Schoolyard at Dusk
The schoolyard is wide and long,
And in the uncertain light of eight o'clock
The pavement flows whitely. So much white pavement
Moving in dusk and empty now.
Thick rows of trees meet the whiteness
Firmly at both sides and shape its restlessness
With shadows that are gentle and steady;
And the whiteness, so empty now,
Flows into shadows,
Flows into blackness,
And I am frightened in this schoolyard
At eight o'clock.