When twilight sets in, he puts on his hiking boots and leaves his den, like a nocturnal animal. The setting sun arches…
Light flows out of idling buses
The night settles in,
all are asleep.
Night said to Day
There is a part I can’t tell
About the dark I know well
The shadows of late afternoon have given way to the evening dim.
On this side of town, one street lamp stands against the darkening skies.
It intones a mercury buzz and back-lights the old masonic hall.