Two ends of the same sky


Early morning sun

burning off dew,   shrinking shadows from backyards full of leaves


Thin, cool breezes up and down the alley 

air thin enough to make distant sounds audible

every screen door  


Late afternoon sun

casting shade from building to sidewalk to street


Less natural light means more 

man made colors,


porch lights and streetlamps

spreading pools of yellowwhite across the dusk