Night Fall and Luna

The day ends
The sun dims
And the lanters grow brighter

Leaves chase each other down the sidewalk
Tripping over outturned bricks
And crumbling under footfall

A spinning pinecone
Just arrived on the earthen floor
Smiles to a man who steps sidelong to avoid crushing it

The sapling at the street corner
Hurries its final upsurge
To match its neighbors height for height

Sound overturns sight
As the watchman over accidents
And the world turns
From work to play

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In the dusk of night
she rises convalescent

Nursing her crescent wound
she reflects
that we might wait for day.