Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Night Falls

Another end of day approaching
as night falls, the foot on the street
softening, shadows consuming
the trees, the facades
if not for the streetlights.

Then the blue sky disappearing
into a deep black hole
sucking in the birds, the clouds,
my shadow.

1 comment:

Shingo T said...

Here's a poem that I understand at my intellectual level (finally). =p

Night is evil. They trade in the birds and shadows for vampires and crickets.