In Garland, the rain puddles reflect the streetlights.
They glimmer a dark murky infinite gray.
I look across from them and see a Braums
The brightest light in the city

But in San Francisco,
The moon reflects on the ocean.
I’d never seen anything like it
The shimmer of the moon alive
Dancing towards the horizon
Just beyond this, you can spot infinity.
And the only thing brighter than that,

Is the twinkle in your eyes.

As you watch it slip away.

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