Suburban Skies

We were raised
where concrete fallows
create an sky orange.
With the bouncing light
of lamp posts
not illuminating anybody’s path

The Suburb does its best
to keep out the night.

They shining to assure sleepers,
“We have made our own world”.
Here it is a sin to doubt
a good thing.
Yet one can find forgiveness
the moment they partake
and go to the super mart.
Out beyond the light your absolution is the sin
but your doubts will yield no redemption.