I love this town when the sun goes down
I love long shadows
and the golden light reflecting off windows
you don’t see that at noon
I love the way the people move
the spice of evening air
following them as they walk past cafes
they walk through a haze of rising smoke
and bricks that fade and crack
as people keep walking past
a child grows old and dies
a tree loses its leaves
everything always changes
around the light