She kisses twilight
	under neon's watchful eye
	hope and happiness brimming under youthful lids
	that no longer cup tears
	in quiet embraces
	watched from store windows
	crowded halls
	sleepy shops of dust and sand
	soft snatches of her luminescence
	manifest like showroom displays
	to bask in a radius
	of righteous fluorescence
	bystanders in awe
	just a little
	by the newness
	and beauty
	of her glow