Night Skyline Poem by Kathy Lippard Cobb

Diamonds and stars trade places,
fooling a velvet-coated sky—

Stars sparkle on my fingers,
the moon doesn't question why.

Gold-kissed buildings reflected
in a rippled, liquid mirror,

Make faces at themselves
as their images twist and turn.

A night garden in the corner
of my apartment building rooftop,

Breezy scents of flowers that
aren't supposed to be in bloom.

A Dali'esque surreal, outside room.