the shadow passes. darkening the lawns,
dimming the trees, shading the quiet streets.
two kids on bikes try to pedal beyond
the soft invasion of night, their whizz-click
echoes spinning off into twilight space.
a woman sleeps - window open a small
crack - dusk passing over her tranquil face.
a couple kisses behind a church, their
eyes closed just as the spring day hides away.
a child sits in the grass, feeling the warmth
of the sun pulled gently from the back of
his neck. he doesn't turn around. a breeze
tousles his curly hair and he laughs. he
looks at the back of his hand and a spot
of light appears. watching it grow, he smiles.