Dusk

If I’m supposed to be in love
with the world, like this, as it waits
draped in soft, long dusk

Show me the purpose.

The twilight melds into light from the honey moon
and the night never is dark.
there’s just that strong silver shade

We’re all in it together, all bathed in it
swimming through the short summer night
wading through silverblue marshes
and the rustling tall grass

into the forest
where the shadows are very still
and things are not what they seem.

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