Goodnight Poem by Brett Rogers

… And deep into the night dark
I exit out my humble home,
Six steps left, to the dirt, for my last cigarette.

The cicadas have awakened,
And risen up up up to the treetops (touching stars) .
The surrounding hills echo eighth-note bursts of “ch ch ch” sounds back and forth …
Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth … On end …

Until the light quietly grows, New,
Calming the black …

And the subtle Sun shines on beautiful yellowing leaves.
And the subtle Sun shines on beautiful yellowing leaves.
And the subtle Sun shines on beautiful yellowing leaves.