A lesser light
has his moment
obstructing
while we wait
in premature shadows

but this obstacle,
this reflector
is with us for just a bit.
He will not last.
A return is coming.

As the moments darken
I smoke cigars, sip
seltzer & bitters – seems
the right thing to do –
a tribute to mortality.

Dark days befalling us
will not last. How quickly
we one another pass
and even shadows refuse
the truth of it all.