Springfield nestles into
sleeping dark,
like jewels
in the dragon's pile.
factory-hot steam breath
pours over the mound
guarding it from sleep.
streetlights line pavement
making twining gold necklaces
out of trips,
mapping paths to silver
hotel blocks.
saphire-set airplanes
drift to rest
on the hoard.
frost glitters diamond hard
in black air,
chilling both gem
and night.
