1. Small Village When I returned at sunset
The trees were waving like witches’ fingers
I waited in anticipation
I thought something was going to happen
It was just imagination
But silence spread all
Around me
Like fog on the mountains
I sat in my room
And watched sunset
And saw starlight
I heard a siren in the distance
The last engine of the last car
The last person walking into his door
And suddenly beyond the housetops
I imagined pink clouds
Horses pulling carriages
Day closing
Gradual slumber
Sweet rest
When all the lamps were lighted
I strolled along outside
Wakeful almost happy
And half the night I wandered in the street
Ethan Reed