Finally quiet now, with the cans on the road,
The slightest crisp of wind blows through the palms,
No pretense from the neighbors, no airs of dogs or cars,
The lawn, wet with soft light, finally takes its turn to speak
To remind you that the work to do has already been done,
The peace of dusk comes at the end of what's left unresolved,
The moon will overcome the silent things that can't be said,
Its soothing light makes all that is invisible grow larger.
What goes on in the house becomes a gentle hue,
Taking guidance from the world of moving shadows and white clouds.
