the lightman

dusk and yellow lights, we won't live forever
there's red gravel on the streets, the brook flows
those lights without glass cages, the british are gone

a man cycles with a long stick, a fish-hook
turns the lights on, that was a job
we are going to the movies, mom, dad, me

deewar, the wall between two brothers
we come back late, the fireflies
crickets, cicadas and frogs take turn

the hay is long and smells of a brown wild summer