In the Evening by Billy Collins

By Jim Hendrick
Posted: 10/10/2024

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In The Evening - Billy Collins

The heads of roses begin to droop.

The bee who has been hauling his gold

all day finds a hexagon in which to rest.

In the sky, traces of clouds,

The last few darting birds,

watercolor on the horizon.

The white cat sits facing a wall.

The horse in the field is asleep on its feet.

I light a candle on the wood table.

I take another sip of wine.

I pick an onion and a knife.

And the past and the future?

Nothing but only a child with two different masks.

😃 This poem was read by Ed Rinderle at A Poetry Gathering in Washington Park.