Evening, Ma’am, Sir.
Evening walks
to nowhere in particular
and everywhere I’m going.
Evening coffee,
evening meal…
Evening matinees awaken the sky,
as sun sets
horizon alight with gold and orange;
rose and wine and blue.
Evening – shadows.
Moon is rising
the wanes of Gibbous
in half…
Evening, crickets –
how melodic your trill.
Evening
is the middle between
[the] time to rest
and trying to be
still.
Kayfucius 