Day is taking earth Into it’s speedily length- -ening arms.

In a grove of pine trees And their spearing shadows I wait for this embrace of lovers To end, for the horizon’s Door to close, for city towers To preen like high class Whores as those mostly unseen Stars hurtle farther away

From the half moon yet to Come on blinking behind The clouds, like an exit light Above an empty (except for me) Theatre’s double doors
And for the boogeyman Night, with his sack of crickets Singing all night in wells, To come.