The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is:
Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem.
All The Real Stars Are Sleeping
The inner-city is already sweaty
in midspring; pedestrians undulating past
sidewalks and park-stops, swimming past
green-lit walkways and into
greasy mom-and-pop restaurants.
The lights across Broadway
are even brighter this year,
they hypnotize my camera-flash immoble,
those fiercely-shy transatlantic stars.