Let the little stars

A poem

Let the little stars

Shine their intermittent torches,

Let the noon be big and voluptuous,

Let some windows still have the lights on,

Haphazardly,

Soon it will be night.


Let a bartender call the last round,

Let the streets get quieter,

The winds —frostier ,

Soon it will be night .


Let the howls of the night begin,

Spread all over the city

Like a faint siren ,

Warning you—

Run as you may,

You can never hide ,

Let it all come,

Soon it will be night.


Let a lone radio be heard in the distance,

Let the traffic lights play checkers on a deserted street ,

There’s no need to clutch on so tightly,

Soon it will be night .