Nardly asleep, I walked awakened through the backyards of town out there between the fences the paddocks and a darken face the warm wet coolness dew on grasses seed every sleeper waiting poises on a surface every shape, every window corner, every board that lined every edged and edgeless facing it as I listed a silence wait look at lacy grey and blue in lawns crawled like a fat black cricket through it a small rodentious chase beside borders sheltered yards where cracked vision begins and ends unveiled is there an unseen but cornered glimmer there still a sky beyond the rooftops (we heard some of them had said about how they never knew about the shine) it would be over if the enslumber growing woke them emplanted to say nothing end consec que and lee we rescued them from friendly grey green blue neighbourhoods where shadows went wrong the sun had been up, but we knew how to see the glowing we were lucky we were consequent It was all about saving them shine a little we only had a little time right and we taught them there's a way they could go now the sun really was coming up over the yardarm and we dreamed a liquid light -Al ("the smell")