BY DR. AGONSON
I’m walking while the setting sun
is falling out of sight
behind the quiet brick buildings
and soon it will be night.
I feel a little lonely and I feel a little tired;
it’s all a little much for me;
I know that it’s alright.
A little court of hoops and lines
with shadows stretching far—
no bouncing balls, no players there
just chain-linked fence and tar.
The chain is cold, the turf’s still warm
with mem’ries of the burning noon
still hot when comes a star…
The sky is clear and darkening.
It lifts my heart to see
the silent, dancing melodies
that ever are will be;
the stars come out as too the dreams
still fresh within my burning brain
wait in the night for me.
It’s all a little much for me,
with memories of the burning noon
still fresh within my burning brain.
Tale Told 