Inspired by an image. A painting by artist Irving Lehman.
Each window a checkered frame.
None are dark, but all blaze orange, red, some green.
Life shimmers in every dwelling
but no human or animal forms.
Have the spaces created themselves for their own pleasure?
Empty dance floors tease darkness.
Playfully crooked roofs suggested by black lines.
White lines hint at the moon, above, unseen.
Energy without people.
A brown swath at the bottom of the frame
might be a river, or a street that reflects back distortion.
Perhaps we are privileged to peek into basements,
the foundations of this empty world.
The city space all a facade, concealing another, more colorful
world of vibrant autumn woods.