after dusk
September 25, 2025
under the watchless stars of the night,
creatures typically unseen emerge:
both hares and roaches feel comfortable enough to reveal themselves.
and I, too, reveal myself while the streets are dead.
the Earth split in two worlds,
the hares and roaches in the latter
there is a tranquility present:
the slow, reverberated rumble of the highway always present but never visible;
the chorus of nauseating toad and cicada calls that lie dormant during the Waking Hours;
the distant blinking lights soaring across the sky in a prescriptive arc
there are less stars out
