It shoots like a freight train heading west while the sun settles into the horizon,
ready to welcome the darkness of the night that is to come.
Luna shines into the windowsill of my brick house, the one with no doors.
I have seen the light of day, now the pitch black sky swallows it whole.
There is a cloud hiding the stars, near enough for me to reach.
But then I do, and then the cotton will weep.
My hands are not enough to shove away the zooming metal
Crashing into my doorless home.
