An Evening at the Cafe

Curled up in the blanket of dim-light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon , Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,

Curled up in the blanket of dim light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon, Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,

Good evening, class. Tonight we will discuss the urban environment of American cities, the neighborhoods, hoods & enclaves Of a collection of people, some who step carefully over glass- covered sidewalks & play in Needle-filled parks, who avoid the homeless

Marching slowly towards western horizon The sun goes to plunge down the hills over there As if exhausted by the day- long travel Traversing the sky from one end to the other . Wonder if it seeks for a little

pink love in the evening no beauty any longer old or not old feelings never get old like assets lips to lips days to days all the times ring and pick clay like kids fix and smile O! love and