Sight And Sound


The security light dies
and my eyes open to the night
instinctively prepared for dark,
but the sky surprises with the echo
of townlight on invisible clouds;
no stars tonight, no moon paint
but gold lamplight through trees.

Leaves effervesce in a splash of breeze,
a distant car snarls quietly,
rubber tyres whistle on tar,
then as if a baton had been raised
a rare silent pause
and through a broken cloud,
black noise of space.


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