POEMS TO RIM ANDREW TATE TO – By Cypress Butane – ‘Night Comes to River City’

Night Comes to River City

the sunset bartered its too pure soul to the night for tinted windows and a bass system that rattles your
bones and makes you check your teeth for consistency. It’s out there, you said, between these
headlights and under the arc-tower of the fading memory of day toward this null point of absolute zero
that is the horizon.

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