by February 28, 2024 0 comments

late night never quite fits right
like a lop-sided lampshade
we wish to adjust
but just can’t do it—
some nights are strange radio shows—
late night smells like vinegar
sounds like muffles
dancing till all hours soils the next day—
walking streets until
the virtual rooster
makes us disappear
moon into sun
gray into gold

– Ray Greenblatt

editors note:

Actions of the night before determine our demeanor on the day after; pinched or perfect, it depends, doesn’t it? – mh clay

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