The incessant chattering from backyards,
sidewalks,
alleyways,
grows tentatively along the day,

reaches climax before sunset,

and dies into the somber evening




A ship of silhouettes
under the dim shadows of the evening

heaves in spoiled rhythms,


awaits.



Lines grow long for the other shine.

A laugh in the street
shatters the sleep,



the laugh from the street
in the strange shade of night.