Tuesday, November 29, 2016

AS THE SKY DISAPPEARS



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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