June 22, 2019

• dusk

  

  shall i tell you about my
  twilight conversation with the wind
  when dusk settled upon my heart
  and fog drifted inland from the housatonic river

  slowly covering my window
  at close of day
  and all the things close at hand ... seemed far.except above the skylight--
  a handful of lost stars
  twinkled in a jade cage

  and in the hall mirror, a portion
  of a smoldering smile was like
  a quiet fire, with

  ashes crumbling and blowing
  in a wall of wind , spent.i wonder. if there is no pity,
  no answer, and no memory, is
  one glorious twilight enough
  to hold the remembered light
  of my life

  after it is lost
  and dim?

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