Day dwindles down
to gray ash on the horizon
as distant heavanward lights
remind us to be lonely,
remind us too much space
resides between worlds.
No matter how close
two bodies seem,
the space can be parsed
to infinity.
sunset
Through the Night
Pushing Through
for A.R.
The sunset is beautiful.
I seem to have forgotten
there are such colors.
Bright pink sky
and gold edged clouds
darken to crimson and violet,
fade to dusk.
I sit
through the wheeling panoply
of stars,
the horned moon’s
thin light
until chill
gray light of dawn,
white fog
threading
among distant trees.
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