Fewer creeks br blacker starlings br fewer home-made killing-jars br br Moths and butterflies br still dancing br through the sound of passing cars br br But now the creek's br beneath a building br traffic din may never end br br Secret places br all are forfeit br with beetles wing and muskrat's den br br Bridge us to br the purple twilight br when the mist was medicine br br Spirit us br across the gloaming br to where the trees stood listening br br Can you hear it br Can you hear it br Hear this song of rust and rain br br In the twilight br in the gloaming br open up and feel again.