Manhattan Sunrise

[futurebird]

The night, a navy hood,
only blacker than the sky
are trees clawing at the stars.

Rubber hums to the interstate,
mighty trucks belching diesel smoke,
headlamps, bottle green reflective signs.

Take this exit, take this highway
to the northern sunrise
to the American Mecca:
Manhattan.

You can see the city light,
deep red and purple
eating the constellations.
At the end of the tunnel
city lights rise, fill the eye.
The manmade sunrise

claims the heavens back.