When the night shows,
the signals grow
on radios






Preceding the stillness of dusk

before the shadows surround us


In the last few minutes of early evening 

before a line of dark red merges with violet horizon 


Dog walkers with privacy headphones make no conversation as they pass 

only the quiet percussion of loose chains and leashes 


The sound of dishes washed by hand rise from an open kitchen window   

mixing with static from radios 


the kitchen will be still by 7, but 

their music won't be clear until long after we are asleep 





lyrics from Peter Gabriel

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