Paul H :tinoflag:<p>Evenings, Midnights, by George Szirtes</p><p>Those empty evenings<br>when time sits on its bare hands<br>and closes its mouth.</p><p>Those evenings waiting<br>for a midnight that never<br>arrives. Those evenings</p><p>when world holds its breath<br>hoping history turns up<br>with gifts of kindness</p><p>so long overdue.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.nz/tags/Szirtes" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Szirtes</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.nz/tags/poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>poetry</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.nz/tags/evenings" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>evenings</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.nz/tags/midnight" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>midnight</span></a><br><a href="https://nitter.poast.org/george_szirtes/status/1891619476681937180" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">nitter.poast.org/george_szirte</span><span class="invisible">s/status/1891619476681937180</span></a></p>