the streetlamps dim
to push sleep past the sidewalk
up through windows
into bedrooms,
like an ether
with a deep breath that never exhales
collapsing with the smog and the traffic
until asphalt footsteps are as loud
as the ringing in your ears
and four o'clock comes
from endless birdsongs
courting darkness
as if it were
light.
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 12:54 PM UTC
the streetlamps dim
to push sleep past the sidewalk
up through windows
into bedrooms,
like an ether
with a deep breath that never exhales
collapsing with the smog and the traffic
until asphalt footsteps are as loud
as the ringing in your ears
and four o'clock comes
from endless birdsongs
courting darkness
as if it were
light.