A twilight to dawn poem. Reworded some.
As I recall, if my memory serves me right, it was a hot humid night
with a full moon when I wrote this in 1964 in Manila. With Philip Morris
and San Miguel. One smoke led to another gulp of beer, and more and
I started seeing the Muses, dancing! Before I knew it I was seeing orange
and yellow streaks between light clouds in the horizon: the sun has risen!
A new day.