O dear evening do we live or we survive

through the maze these hours knit

across this horizon with blinding light

sighs we breathe with every moment

words we kneed with each finger

air that pushes heat away

light that sings to the tune of darkness

rains deprived of centuries of hunger

hailstorm that kills this grass

flowers that bloom on threshold of drought

skyscrapers fall short to scarecrows

O dear evening please tell me more…