EVENING

7 2 Y E V E N I N G J O H N P O C H Does love covet a reflection, or is it one night that in its eros outshines the sun? You can look out the window easier than you can look in. The force of the sun lying down, day, is almost over now. Shadows stride the land, tipping a balance of fear and peace. Classes on doubt are o√ered here by the rising weight of blood. Wait. Time, plural, is what we might call evening. Stay in. Come out. The neighbors have televisions. There is a window. There is the moon. 7 3 R The world is inconsolable , and this is why you look back in at where you were. ...