Downtown

What to do when you have too many moons.

Downtown

In downtown, middles turn square, streets bend then end

Out of sight, day begins to climb the mountain sky

With a glow light lost on the fading fog on the horizon

Less incognito, glass panes fill up with peoples forms

Silhouetted on the floor, shadowed in the windows

Concrete surroundings open like curtains in a room

Apartments spread apart to welcome company

Steel beams grow to towers touched by silent sides

Small objects come in from outer space to settle

Downtown is a lovely place for moons to gather

As visitors tour on the metropolis boulevard for stars

It is hard to imagine how massive objects fit in the city

With all that traffic, gravity and laws of physics

It all works out on the cosmic stage completely strange

After all, a downtown complex is built to handle change

There is nothing more complex than visitors from space

Round and solid as the citizens who parade as bravely

In the middle of downtown in the middle of chaos squared

Where mountains are seen stretched just out of reach

Moons roll along the streets to meet the bent of realms

Lost in their dreams as they have no footing in this reality

And no feet to stand on, on the thoroughfare out there

Where downtown is everywhere

Author's Note

I had entirely too many moons in my pockets. They were becoming larger than my ego so I had to place them somewhere. Then it dawned on me. Downtown!