The sun hangs among tatters of clouds;
amber light slides through the interwoven boughs
of the tree beside my window. The day decays,
and a darkness pours into the room like a pool
of black liqueur. Who holds me in mind at this hour?
The question echoes like a knell hung from a tower.
Birds dart toward the darkening sky. The cool
touch of night is all this moment gives.
Lamps drop their light on streets stripped of life,
a quietude replaces the former bustle.
A passerby, laughing on her phone
and walking her dog, wades through the night,
oblivious to this speck of light. She carries on,
leaving me with this quiet room.
Alexander Lazarus Wolff, a student at the College of William & Mary, was born in Tallahassee, Florida, in 1998. He lives in Williamsburg, VA. His work has been published or is forthcoming in South Florida Poetry Journal, Main Street Rag, Serotonin, The Citron Review, The Plentitudes, and Remington Review. You can find him on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/
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