just now-- when the musky scent of day
still lingers, after she has left.
among the welter of lights
clogging the street
before the night comes to sunder things
from themselves,
and coyote's howl traces across the slopes
between the scattered lights-
before we must give the shadows their due
and let them eat out our legs for awhile.
spread across these streets, my friends
like the light on the clouds
and raise the sky up to the ground
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