tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24246495.post-91091765532358445522008-07-07T18:55:00.002+12:002008-07-07T18:58:59.802+12:00<b>Chiaroscuro</b><br /><br />Five o'clock. The bright interiors<br />of freight forwarders' warehouses<br />framed in the dusk like a Rembrandt nativity<br />on an old postage stamp. No camels.<br />No baby. Planes overhead. Men with forklifts,<br />ordinarily wise, load cargoes <br />for distant lands. A single soft flake <br />lands on my windscreen.<br />The evening's first star<br />grows brighter in the sky.<br /><br />More light-filled poems at <a href="http://readwritepoem.org/">readwritepoem</a>Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08236329216260906624noreply@blogger.com