Late Afternoon in the Universe

by Michael Tusa

In the evening when the sun sinks low and the baths gets drawn
a tall glass of milk sits slowly spoiling and sweating on the cracked white window sill.
And the kids walk across the grass.
The birds send out their last farewell notes
 They sail on the infinite breath of breeze that has circulated every corner of the universe and is right now making its way through our neighborhood.
gently nudging and guiding and rocking and setting to rest all of the sparks and dirt set loose by our careless and childish ways. The moon sends it's radiant ray of luminous love in blossom and sonnet and pearl and magic and it dips deep into valleys and fills canyons and wells. As we raise buckets and catch
stars and pennies as they rain from heaven. All the water reaching toward and smiling up at the long night sky. All the silver all the gold, quietly unfolding. The dog pacing in his circle. 
The grandfather clock ticking.
She sighs 
as we lie 
naked underneath the oscillation of our fan in the great blue hue of predawn. And crickets and cicadas continue to play their timeless symphony 
and the few of us who are still listening dream and dance.