tom taylor - dark night

dark night

eye went a wet woods way to remove my son--
she was standing at the corner weeping, her dog
in circles, another soap story unwound at night
the tale told by alcohol and steaming moments

how old the tale told against the dark skies at
this edge of the world, how usual, how not serene
took him across town through a cycloned fence
by the town’s water towers to a friends basement

how dark his night yet I came back back to my book
waiting through basketball for the night to end and
find my dreams waiting in the silence of my passage
into this morning where the sun doesn’t yet shine yet