Cloudy Night

I wrote this one evening in the Summer of 2003, after having an argument with my sister.

The night is dark.
I can see the lights
of the city to the
South. They seem
to be saying, "Look at
us!" But they can't
talk, they are just
twinkling.

I can see the red
lights of the radio
towers blinking on & off.
I can see yellow, green,
and blue lights, too.

There are no stars
visible tonight. Neither
is the moon. But the night
is still beautiful.