Night falls.
Isn’t that the truth?
Night stumbles in,
trips over the vacuum cord,
teeters there for a second, red-faced;
knocks its head on the way down.
Night falls down.
Leaves your head spinning, doesn’t it?
Not sure where the day went,
or the hope,
over coffee this morning.
Hope now like an aftertaste, gone sour.
Night falls
Night falls.
But not like that this time.
Not the clatter or the sharp, confusing pain.
Night falls gentle over cornfields.
Halloween moon whispers fall and fall.
Whispers to the night, and you, alike.
Are you alike?
Well.
Both of you are falling.
Night falls. `
Night falls over the quiet street and the city one.
Night falls over
(and over)
again.
bloodied nose, barked shins
Stay down, you think, stay down
or just keep falling.
Night falls.
Night falls. Brings the stars down with it.
Night falling into greater night.
Night upon night.
Night without light, the moon,
gone out, whispers over her shoulder,
just keep falling.
Night falls over you,
and I am at the kitchen table
under the bulb without a shade,
the moon it makes on the surface of the coffee
you left
and all around me,
night falls.