Night

It is a twelve-hour blackness
where the distinct recedes
into silhouette and blue
where noise concedes to sound
cacophony to conversation and silence
and dust and grime withdraw
so immemorial fragrance can reclaim
their traditional homelands
it is day-break to some and day-end to others
for me it is a moment
made of nocturnal gathas
embracing of child
showering of kisses
whispering love notes
they are too old to ‘like’
and then
oblivion.

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