night in circadia

the city nestles into evening
the city curls & the city shrinks
it hides in its shell like a snail
folds in on itself like wilting kale
it fills with the headlights of glow worms
between the sleepy power line sway
the treacherous mesh of branch & leaves
& mortar & brick & wire weaves
the phantom moons & ghostly sounds
entangle in fountain & rusted pipe
the owl looks on from its lofty perch
as echoes through streets resume their search
see how the signs change their meaning
to string together new lullabies
& the wind sighs a song in the spaces
between the lost dreams of lost places

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

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