Fake Moons
by KC
Summary: the last frenzied gasp before winter locks them underground
Other Info: I wanted to do a poem this year. This finally came out.
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moths and fireflies
gathered under the lamp post
swirling golden cloud
flying in circles
drunk, spinning, and upside down
before a fake moon
before the end of autumn
before winter's frost
trying to go home
drifting, quiet, lost
home is an empty promise
darkness in concrete
tomb of steel and stone
dank with decay and dead leaves
New York's quiet crypt
swallowing laughter
in its vast hollow body
devouring light
winter solitude
buried under lethal snow
the city will sleep
for now, fireflies
ephemeries of summer
the last touch of warmth
try to find their home
before the winter's sharp edge
takes their wings away
dancing on rooftops
playing along Central Park
drinking deep the stars
swirling autumn cloud
before their blood freezes fast
before the first snow
to rest in their crypt
their tomb lit with cold dead light
the light of fake moons