aching for silence, I walk the beach
while the twilight of another day drowns.
light sleeps behind miles of evening-gray waves,
foam-touched and sighing against the strand.
over my shoulder, the city lights
go on smoldering,
burning into the night.
waves murmur in my ears,
and my heart shivers behind my ribs.
brushing uncaring fingers
over whispering grasses,
I face the oncoming night—
the wind in my hair
and shadows pooling
in the dents and hollows in me.