Starlings herald transition to night <br />Above the town twilight cries <br />Belonging to their program, they are soon to go South <br />This flexing mass in love with the wind <br /> <br /> <br />And you going homeward, your deep routine <br />Scraping through the minor stations <br />Where creepers grow thick between the bricks <br />Changes too tiny to measure, slow movements <br /> <br />If you cared to look, the worn-out spaces <br />Would rise one day regenerated <br />But you'll gaze at the window if the paper is dreary <br />And always see the same reflection: eyes <br />Unchanging through the coasting days <br />Overlaid on weeds, rubble heaps, schools<br /><br />Jay Allard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sidings/
