Ptown Sights by Peter Hocking
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Press close bare-bosom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.
– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (Section 21)
Photo by Peter Hocking