Confusion corner commuters are cursing you pulled away
As December tries to dissemble the life of the working day
And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change
and I can’t stop finding your face in their faces all rearranged.
and angry like you never were; and I ease us back into traffic
dusk come dawn and I wonder why I’m always remembering you
in civil twilight

for the most part I think about golfing and constantly calculate
all the seconds left in the minutes, and so (????)
or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors;
Oh, Ontario! Oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh!
this part of the day bewilders me; streets slow down and ice over,
dusk come dawn and I struggle to stop, to stop to stop thinking of you
in civil twilight

hey, every other hour I pass that house,
where you told me that you had to go.
I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack,
that I stared at, instead of staring back
at you;
my chance to say something, seemed so frequent—it was and
now I know I had plenty of time
the sun set in certified darkness
dusk come dawn, and I follow;
the exhaust fog, memory up to the end

in civil twilight, the civil twilight
in civil twilight, the civil twilight