N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 0

DAVID COPE

Dark Evening

neighbors’ silhouettes

sit on their porch watching

taillights disappear

into the night, the stars

winking above, the long work

done. what songs must they

be singing around campfires

& hearths, over stoves

as friends come to sit,

on the other side of the world?