The Night Moves

It moves
over tunnels and overpasses
swimming pools
and hospitals It moves

with funnels of clouds
and rains like steam engines
on the parched mouth of suburb
and hooded stars

—over insomniacs
hissing coffee pots
slow march of ticking digits

over voices of exiles
bigots zealots
fortune tellers and sleepwalkers

over silos and refineries
like fabled palaces

It moves
over the decrepitated town’s
shuttered cinema inn
a nature museum

the narrow road to prison
a utopian farm’s
three-legged barn relics
memories finally ownerless—

The night moves
over us too
in the catacomb of sleep
in time’s fidelity

published by Cargo Literary Journal

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