The Night Takes Care
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1 min readJan 6, 2020
Light flows out of idling buses
Like bright flowers onto dark patches.
Battle scarred veterans descend to earth
Shedding armor, headed for home and hearth.
Pulling at embers in his hand, silently he stands
In that singular act of fortitude-the wait.
End of the day, this, no shame in carrying the weight
Of hangdog expectations or desperate plans.
Chuck that last bit of smoke and miss the bin,
The night takes care of what can be seen.
