XVII: Lights Out

The power went out at the inn tonight.

While most were sleeping, I embraced the calm.

While heart was racing, still a smile bright

took hold my lips in darkness like a balm.

How pleasant is the city when the street

is glow with naught but streetcar and the moon.

How quiet, when the grid is clean as sleet

and every whir and hum has thus been hewn.

And then the l…