Streetlamps turn on as we prepare to live at night
Failing to outshine the sun or mirror the moon
We compete ceaselessly for the late afternoon
Day retires to dog-walks, rush-hour and early date-swoon
It's night and day's art in saying glare gives way to gloom
Dinner time clank and oven mitt fit, dining rooms bright
Closing time imitating the dwindling daylight, as it removes it's loom
Youth refuses to put away wheels, unpredictability's might.
Last-minute shoppers accelerate, plastic bags clenched tight
Beaches become lonely plains dim empty sand dunes
Even the suburban birds reduce their song and flight
As the sky slowly turns a darker blue
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