I watch as the sun makes silhouettes of the houses in the distance
as the sky turns from blue to gold to blue again
though darker this time, and deeper;
the secret heart of the sky

the clouds float by, uninterested
sparse and scattered, placid as sheep

dark blue turns to black
yellow lights snap on in windows across the horizon;
house eyes looking out into the darkness
watching us pass
wary of the strangers moving on into the night

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