The night was
curling up towards the city like a cloud. I could see the electrical lights
coming on and even a bank, even a store, even a bus could and did begin to
appear as magical. Some old lady sat atop a parapet and drank what looked like
a coffee and there was an old man walking thru a lot with a cane and what
looked like a take-out box of food. She lifted her cup slowly and he moved
slowly also. Maybe they were not taking it easy by choice, but by age, time
having done its own number on them both. Yet,- the frayed sweater or faded cane
were beautiful, soulful, and I wished for a second, for a long second, to be on
an actual old street in an older time with bigger cars and brick houses waiting
as mature trees watched it all on boulevards. In any event, the sky was pink in
the distance and the vehicles, sometimes trucks, would come along up a hill and
appear and then just as quickly disappear down the other way. Where do all the
people go and why does nobody seem to really talk to anyone else? Yet, - the
night is a good and solid friend. It arrives always and has never failed. It’s
not fickle or judgemental. In fact, the night is such a good friend that it is
sometimes taken for granted. And soon the remnants that are left of the day sky,
- well, - it mixes inwards somehow with itself, - in a last minute silent panic,
- and then disappears. Where did it go? Where does the sky, pink and a bit of
purple, in the latest possible stretch of dusk, - disappear to? Does it hide in
a rooftop or the hole of the top of an industrial building abandoned? - With an
old squirrel? With a series of racoons? With some feral felines? - And does the
sky dream? If so, - does it discern the difference between dreams and visions,
- and can in interpret and intuit spirit messages? Oh sky oh sky I wonder
wonder why?- Well, the night was curling up towards the city like a cloud and
the cloud disappeared and we watched it all in the early winter way of the
growing city that housed us and lights and the parapets for the aged or tired
or simply pensive.
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