the sun had too much fun yet. though not for long. it was almost nine in the evening.
my bus exhaled showily as it coasted to its last stop, behind the bronx zoo park, beside a susurrating man made cataract.
park barbecuers still have their braziers brisk like the sun. their grills, giant glow worms grazing in the grass.
i got it all wrong. how could i be going home already? life must be stoked until the irrevocable darkness makes only possible the listening to the whisperings of some irrelevant water falling, flowing somewhere.
