Most nights I don’t even notice night come down, it just
closes around me as if I'm in a large, dark cloak, and before I know it
I’m longing for sleep.
Yet one night, I stared for hours out my back window,
watching
water boil in the sky, but it would not get dark. The elm behind
Kathleen’s house kept reflecting the different times of nightfall;
a passing cloud darkened the leaves, a silver lining brightened them,
and when the sun finally went down, all that was left hanging were
long arms tangled in the dark
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