the sun dances thru
and they go away
he, she,
them all, everyone
the morning light drifts into the high afternoon
across the sky
and the dove coos her mourning
as evening light descends
till the western glow
of it setting
and the Cardinals sing a tune
dog barks, voices from the street,
laughter drifts in
to my secret hideaway
in this in-between
watching the day
as dusk looms not that faraway
on my stoop
i catch my breath
let it go
and the day
ending with a waning crescent moon
on this June day
