Hania 29/4/92

 

Like an old man shuffling down a street
the night assembles itself block by block,
dusts the corners with shadows,
hangs out the mysteries of darkness,
and wraps its arms around the boy
waiting at the bus stop for the girl in the quiet dress.
When they see her even the dogs fill
with an unnamed silence, and night smiles
that the stars are here, the sun has fled,
and to this boy he gives the voice
that will touch the girl’s shy smile.

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