Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
Rory Marinich´s last [type] ..Exactly

Next time you come to Vegas, if you’re not too picky about accommodations, I’d recommend Fremont Street. It’s a heck of a lot cheaper, and as a lot of my friends and family have said, has a more authentic old-Vegas vibe to it. The Plaza just reopened after major renovations so it shouldn’t be too shabby.

And, next time you come to Vegas, let me know. I’m always up for meeting my imaginary internet friends!