There is a Lightness to the Night
Sunlight lifts the standing air
that evening sets upon your face.
The symmetry of bricks and streets
and rows of streetlights –
perfect this place.
There is a stillness in this smell
of streets, sun-baked all day,
that rises up as heavy rain
begins to fall.
The smell of clay.
The warmth of wetness.
How your clothes cling.
There is a feeling to this time,
of nights now lost.
The line of streetlights
only show how dark night is
and how your distant voice
can bring a lightness to the night.