The sun sets over Long Island City.
The subway doors open and the dusky early twilight moves in.
Rarely do I take an elevated line,
Watch the thousand lives of this city expand into starlight beneath my feet.
It will be dark when I come out onto Classon Avenue,
One more walk until I cross the familiar corners that lead home.
The train sweeps under the tallest buildings.
I am one of a million souls on this night,