219. the birth of the night time.
the dying orange sun disappeared
in the time it took
to smoke a cigarette
gazing out
over the golden temples
through the hazy golden twilight
from the fifth floor balcony
of her apartment.
tuk-tuks & taxis beeping below
and the hustle & bustle
of daily life chattering away
down there
as the blue green red
neon lights
all come out to play.