June Haibun: Downtown

The big dipper hung over the bluffs of downtown Stillwater tonight. The river flowed by slowly, a black and silent body of water where the activities of us humans on its edges failed to even penetrate the surface. The thumping bass lines and the flashing lights of the riverside bar seemed all the louder and brighter for the silent and dark river in front of us.

We walked up and down Main Street, talking and laughing, other parties doing the same, but the sky and the river were unimpressed.

Grass and gravel underfoot
Bright skinny moon overhead
I look up and down