Nights aren’t as late as they once were.
Each minute less steals
Of course, four a.m. is too late.
At least for the one
No amount of love can
Though love certainly will try.
And struggle as it might,
To get home, it is impossible
where many are known to have drowned.
Four a.m. a month ago has become
10:30 p.m. as of tonight.
a bit of hope for something more.
who feels the pain
of parting less and less.
turn a stream uphill.
even the stream has little control
as it is drawn by that larger force.
not to cross the flood-stage Rillito;
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