Aeroplane
Crosses the sky alone
A blackbird settles for the night.
Dark tree
Silhouette
The dark sky.
Air on my skin
A shiver
Mosquitoes.
So few colours
This late in the day
Forest washed out.
Distant lights
Other people's lives
The drift toward silence.
Working it out
Mathematically
It is not even two.
Gravity
A harsh mistress
My balls hang low.
The dim windows
Old cataracts
Will soon be blind.
The soft sound
Of wood borers
Eating my home.
Darkness then
During these few words
Summons again the night.
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