The day stretched
like putty to all
hours of night crickets
and light breezes
waft through my windows
like the light winds
of Sunday afternoons
the weather feels like
August when its only
May in Hawaii

the day stretched
like a lazy cat into
night humid and airless
a service kitchen full of
cacophany the sounds
of night bleed into
my window on a moonless
night nightmares take hold
like intruders in the shadows
the night feels like NYC