Darkness is only a small part of the problem. Your vision works fine—you’ve tested it in daylight. But now you are underground on dusty
Grownups warned us about the treachery of horses, their devious tempers, their suspicion, dark as a hay barn, that could sink them to their
Because the night is wet and shining, green frogs pluck their little banjos and the road crew pouring sky black asphalt under floodlights backs