NIGHTFALL

What sustains it,
Half-open, the clarity of nightfall,
The light let loose in the gardens?

All the branches,
Conquered by the weight of birds,
Lean toward the darkness.

Pure, self-absorbed moments
Still gleam
On the fences.

Receiving night,
The groves become
Hushed fountains.

A bird falls,
The grass grows dark,
Edges blur, lime is black,
The world is less credible.