The city night is never truly dark
There are no pinprick stars
sparkling in the black ocean of space
to salt the glowing sky.
Awake in the darkest hour
of the night you still can trace
your path and see your hand
Before your face.
Sunlight yields to streetlights
No ghostly shapes of furniture
No stubbed toes
Interrupt midnight wandering
the nighttime house
No black, no dark, just a different sort of day
for the dverse prompt of 11/6/19, on “black”