This poem is taken from PN Review 54, Volume 13 Number 4, March - April 1987.
Failing Light, Falling Asleep
When pedestrian sun
plods along skyline
lighting bare branches
is time for the ghosts.
Usual ghosts. Strong
workman in bicycle clips;
jaunty hermit; small
inquisitive child;
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