Recidivistic Afternoon

Finally, a little light
Returns, and you can relax.
Some of your discomfort ebbs.

When the animal feels well,
The animal feels human,
And late sunlight on the wall

Once again feels magical
Or whatever one should call
Casual serenity.

A siren skirls. It doesn’t
Skirl for you, old soul, not now.
Relax and rule a sentence

That mandates just enough time
To perfectly fit the crime.