Evening

Dusk, a pas de deux of day and night,
a balance point,
an evening,
a sighing silhouette behind a scrim.
Sunset leaps and slides behind the cardboard hill.
Color fades,
heat lifts its arms and exits right.
Enter the cool, sweet, suspect night:
a little dark, a little danger,
then day's heat dashes through pursued by owls.
Now dark swaggers back on and dances
'til rosy-fingered dawn raises her curtain on
day two.