At Dark

by Alex Hawkins-Hooker

Drank a glass, had a fag:
That’s a start…at dark, lay back,
Watch stars amass: a grand

And awkward sprawl.
All that’s bad at dark shall fall
All that’s bad shall fall, shall pass.

At dark, man can say:
– Was always sad; am happy at last.

Can man stay happy?
Can’t say. Why ask?