Last Hurrah

Sometimes when night falls
it drifts gently to the ground silently
the way dandelions or bubbles do
a blanket over sleeping children
                Other times
It falls like fine china from shelves
weakened over years
or bricks dropped off of skyscrapers

            &

Sometimes when people fall
they fall like love
Into and out of
Head and heels
and such

            Other times
they fall like prey
or victim
to knees
from grace


On Falling, by Andru Defeye