Evening Rain
The sky is deepening,
dull,
grey
to evening black,
sinking into a world
of shadows,
not a star blinks,
and the moon remains hidden,
behind the clouds
chasing the tides of sky,
to the winds of the west
and back,
And below
the earth is still,
streets deserted,
shop windows closed, people hurry,
into their inverted lives,
Summer dreams abandoned,
their cars parked
like litter,
upon the homeward bound,
the destination road,
and for awhile,
in between-times,
a silence settles,
into somnambulant emptiness,
hanging invisibly
from the hollow limbs
of gesticulating trees,
only the wind stirs
the memories,
the summer fading in whispers,
a cacophony of voices,
behind the motionless offices
and shuttered restaurants,
time is left,
in the fading colours,
the voices
of laughter,
the silent patterns,
the clouds
of leaves.
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