The sky lights up over the bridge
as others race by in their cars
or walk along looking at me funny
seeing just another homeless bum standing there
not even looking up, back or forward
and thus miss the world around them
as she puts on a show slowly
giving beauty for any who just stop
to see what there is all about.

Blue line of lights from man's hand
leading into the softer orange blaze
kindled amid the horizon's clouds by sunset
as high riders above me take fire
over the arc of steel, concrete, light
that never can rival by itself alone
the joy I gain, as I snap
photos by the dozens, even hundreds perhaps
while others see just crazy homeless guy.

Pity those folks, I know I do.