Agnes Daley

Agnes is drying the sky on the washing line
It flaps and billows blue and white
against the starry darkness
While she tidies up the world against the falling dark.
Folds fields and mountains into drawers
And carefully tips away the old day’s sunlight down the sink.
Agnes shakes the trees out, blows away the leaves the weather left,
Turns off the rain,
Flicks on the nightswitch
And sits down in the comfort of silence
To wait
For morning