
In the light of night,
grey clouds gather to decrypt
daylight saving time.

In the light of night,
grey clouds gather to decrypt
daylight saving time.

Skies are magnetic:
attracting scores of grey clouds;
storm-chasing humans.

The post-sunset blues
a still night in town
not even a breeze

Sunset’s all a blur,
the heavens are falling through:
sharp turns on a plane.

As the sun retires,
a shooting star emerges—
another spring day.