At
sunset, the world becomes less clear,
Shapes, rather than
images,
Circle red lights, up and around streets
Houses become stacks of
rectangles, yellow against shadows
Trees scatter and catch the fading light
curved
angles and
graphs, bright on leaves, dark on branches
Tall
columns of light come down from streetlights
Bright
ovals in the dusk
Right angled buildings fade into dark corners
Curved beams of light open up alleys, then turn away, gone
A flat line horizonturns orange, then burgundy, then black
Save the stars-bright diamond shapes,
Waiting for the moon and it's changing edges
or the next day, and the sharpnessof dawn