I stepped out of the
Yellow light and
White noise
Into the dark street
Lined with trees.
I had not managed to see the Sun -
This was the best I could do.
But the night blue
Was filled with black shapes
Singing,
Singing into the night -
Shadow songs,
Phantom birds
Making orchestras of branches
Above my head.
I had thought
There was nothing beautiful left of the day by then -
But the evening said: 'Listen'
There is
Everything.
Copyright LJ 2021.
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