False Darkness
I need the sun to be setting
the hills darkening
down to the lowest of us
free of regret
one window the farthest away one
aflame
our daily understanding is gone
children still outside and their age old laughing
it isn’t pain
that cries harm cries
she lets me
into her heart
there are distances in there
we came from in there
those clouds she calls spaceships
do fine without our distances
they catch the last of the done gone sun
like a loved face might
it will be night down here
before it is night up there
Plume: Issue #104 April 2020