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August 22.21: Coping

In the time of two breaths

there’s the twilight sweet spot

when everything hovers

between color and not.

White becomes silver

as shadows unfurl,

or maybe it’s pewter

or mother-of-pearl;

reds turn to velvet

with lavender nap,

blues, cupric sulfate,

with diamond wrap.

Yellows to brass

with gold overlays,

burnished in hot coal,

smoldering blaze.

And a palette is born

each day at its end

that no words can capture

but only pretend.

 

 


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Disconnections: August 9.18

 

The day closes in layers —

palimpsest first

awaiting tomorrow’s script

inscribed by sandal and toe —

next water, rocking itself

in heavy-lidded blues,

slowing, nodding —

then birds, pulling cloud blanket

tucking in

a yawning world

dimming voices

on edge of dream —

atop, where wisps of day

linger like talcum

a so-distant moon

calls the stars.

 

Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.


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Connections: September 26

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERABetween the dark and the daylight —

not Longfellow’s evening pause —

comes the afterglow of daybright

September’s twilight bows.

Undulant gentle autumn air,

rocking-chair safe, home-cozy,

whispers bugs out from somewhere

to play their ring-around-rosy.

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