The scent of that evening emotion, as it loiters in the portico. Talking with that ray of the evening sun, freely bursting in through the cloud The sadness of a grass stuck in the man’s shoe, as he came running up the stairs, only to be stopped at the door shut close on his face. The pain in that single petal left on the flower, … Continue reading What Happens Every Evening – #4 in 365 Poems