When the evening sends messages
To the Crane as it flies through night-mist mauve,
And the chattering of small shore-side mammals
The moment when I breathe
The trance,____light fading.
Hear the silver.____________See the tone.
Here it was on break-wall, street above
Water flow below,
Of time and places
Where we had been and wished to go.
The storm is near.
Hardly, a day goes by.