Diem (accusative)

This day was

Just like any other day

This night is

Like any other night

The street lamp light

Weak the way street lamps are

The car, prowling

The way dark cars move and shine

The train horn, tunes

And fades its song distantly

And kittens, black

Flee instantly at the slightest sound

And I am sad, because as I reach for life

It’s already passed

A word’s grasp

Like water on the grass

Nourishing briefly

Flourishing for a heartbeat

Then drying if left untended

In the light of

Day