I never noticed before
until the songbirds woke
and the barn owl found its sleep,
that the streetlights signal sunrise
like a long fine wedge of geese
flickering off then over
the blunt edge of the hillside
to where nighttime pools briefly
and too soon evaporates. O Love,
O wherefore have you flown?
Image: Photo by sil on Unsplash
Published: Atlanta Review, Fall/Winter 2021
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
A very enjoyable perceptual shift (first time I ever considered streetlights signaling sunrise when they go off) and a poignant ending.
Hey thanks, MS. I’m glad you enjoy it.
You’re welcome, D.
Where nighttime pools briefly and too soon evaporates—. Love this image
Thank you, Annette. I am quite fond of that one.
D
Beautiful image