End of day lends itself to
Gathering ephemera.
Unsorted, a day succumbs.
It’s all detritus and last-minute noise
Eardrums ringing, hippocampus
Vibrating. The occurrence of
Night surprising as a summer cold,
As easily forgiven for the rest it gives.
End of day, casting off aspersions
Like stitches, or old dogs–
What agreement did we conjure
For an incomplete session
Interrupted by mumbles and
Dreams.
