July Night Concert

The summer’s late night music
booms out to darkness—
A ghostly audience shouts.

Clapping hands, endless grooving
echoing though trees
in shadows still comforting.

Search out these sounds for miles
close and yet so far—
A signal without a source.

Could be sirens and spirits,
a home stereo,
or a concert far away. 
--Poems from the Sprawl
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