Night And Day Poem by Jack Galmitz

Night And Day

Dreams come to play and come alone;
listen to their tambourines and drums.
They face you with a face they dreamt up.
Harken to the maiden's woe;
it issues from the earth, you know.

I remember when I was young.
The streets were filled with jugglers
and troubadours who were in love.
Everything was moving like the earth;
it took concentration to keep it all
from flying off.

One day the sun went down
and never came up.
We waited in vain.
We lit cigarettes. Nothing helped.
Many people stayed home.
Most gave up.
Eventually, we grew accustomed
to the dark. We called it day,
though it was not like before.
And green had left the grass.

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