A July day


Twilight in the village shuttered windows
I’m walking alone, they have all died, dogs  
too and cats have gone feral.

Stale heat, as heavy as a stage curtain full of forgotten tragedies,
hangs in the air.
I take no pleasure of this walk, but I have been indoors all day waiting
for sun-fall and a cool breeze….

Back home I open windows, share my light with the night.  
Sit on the sofa move my toes,
a man needs exercise, and watch the news on TV