too much morning in here
not much night
both have their quiet
loneliness
but the morning’s
wonder is not the
night’s mystery
what is it to be ruled
by the moon
or the sun
life forces the day
upon us desire
compels the night
each a sentence
march into glory retreat
into shade the day
a battle the night
an arcade
emerge from one
and slip into the
other having changed
bhagiti 8.22.07 perrysburg, oh