This evening

flickers with

a strange restlessness…

Is it the pigeons

fluttering within the roof

the birds

calling

in glossolaliacal tongues

across this valley

Is it the

grey warmth

of the fading sun

that lies heavy

on the

cheery, sunny green

of these unfolding hills?

Is it

the waning energy

of children at play

tiring of their games

in this quiet twilight?

Or is it

the Friend

who went away

who receded

across the mountain

like the sun

after a grey day?