Gareth Adams

Evening out of the Window

The last crows of the day fly over me, past
the streetlamps, disappear and are lost. 

Buildings merge into shadow, losing colour
as evening pulls in hitching up his collar. 

House silhouettes are pocked by squares of light,
punctuation marks on the blank sheet of night. 

Lives, framed and tidy, ready to pop
out like the old couple on a weather clock 

to do the bins or walk the dog, rotating
out and in, waiting for a bell that doesn’t ring. 

The trees have fallen quiet, no stars appear.
At the end of the street sleep waits with his fingers

crossed behind his back.

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Gareth Adams is British.  He has had work published in magazines such as The Dawntreader, Southlight and Obsessed with Pipework as well as online on sites such as The Lake and Wildfire Words.  His wife despairs of his love of progressive rock music of the 1970s and beyond.