i watch the way the night cloaks the pavementMature

I watch the way the night
cloaks the pavement,
like a mother covering her child
in the small quiet hours before dawn,
pausing to kiss his temple,
and turn out the light.

There are so many things I don’t understand
about the earth and gravity
and the weight of an atom 
or the power of a burning star.

The End

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