read before midnight

a burning-orange light

travels across the Friday sky

south is mostly calm

the rocket quietly breaks through the blue, lightless heavens

timeless Coltrane

makes my thoughts wander,

it is almost the rebirth of time

as the burning-orange light dies out

as the white lights of the city absorb another life

the night is here

and it has vanished already

across space

across time

the news arrived late

and Coltrane was still playing

"it's easy to remember"

ten years ago,

or in a newfound memory