Winter evening sky burns at the horizon
as day falls into night.
Eyes follow the black outlines
of branches reaching toward heaven
through the layered hues and scattered clouds
until they stop at the single white point.
I have seen you each night
from the cement patio as
the city quiets and the distant
trains come to a stop.
I have seen you each night
when sleep finally takes hold.
** From the series “The Integration”
