Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Into the Night
the blurry light of dusk
turns the world into slate gray,
a cold night treads on soft shoes,
ushering a scaly night sky
that hover over the city,
casting dread and gloom.
bats empty dark belfries,
singing the witches' evensong
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