We sit – full, satisfied
dishes – used, stacked
as the night seeps through the
window, light disappearing
out of the sky

Windows glow
one by one as the lights turn on
in response to the incoming night

On the TV, people
talk, argue, sing, dance and kiss
but there’s little substance to their
dialogue, ratings are more important
then meaning

Close the windows, lock the door
trap ourselves in the house
for the city night is dark,
untrustworthy

After dinner,
the night has begun
shadowed, without sun
and another day
is done

I guess I like poems – they require less focus to write or read (unless it’s an epic but I’m not writing epics right now)