Sunday night is good when

you don't have to rise early.

Crickets play like stars shine, and

asphalt is warm enough

for bare feet.

There is no one else out here

no night meeting, no chance for

an encounter with someone lost,

someone broken, half-naked

like me.

The working day not yet born,

it is good to be awake.

This very road

this time, this field

this now, I feel like

East Texas.

I've come alone.

And I'll be waiting here.

It's just me and You now

so if You think there is something I should see

now's the time.