Sodium Lyghts and Fresh Cardboard Boxes (NaPo #21/30)

On the street,  
In the city, that it does blanket,  
With its vivid, glowing, orange-amber lyght,  
Bathing the city in it's glow of ethereal, surreal, lyght,  
Is an old scuffed up post.  
Not just any post,  
But the post...of a sodium streetlight,  
Bathing the street corner, underneath the dim starlight.  
Slightly better days, this post has seen,  
Now its paint has chipped, and its lost its sheen.  
Moths dance in the amber lyght,  
Eyes aglow with the lyght,  
Blinding their sight.  
And just down the sidewalk is an apartment building,  
Whose paths that nearby are passing,  
Are also bathed within the complex's own amber lyght,  
On this dark night.  
And exactly between both lights, is a fallen box,  
Not just any box,  
But a freshly made box of cardboard,  
With a smell that does transport  
The senses to a world far away,  
To city nights and neon lyghts, on the opposite side of day.  
A smell, new and exciting,  
And butterfly inducing.  
A fresh, cardboard box bathed in amber-orange lyght,  
Under the dancing wings of the moths, in the dead of the night,  
As the morning people sleep in their beds,  
And the night owls raise their heads.