Post Dusk
Post Dusk
The horizon a cut-out
of crest fallen sky,
geese honk
flying by, horns caught
in some rush hour
towards spring,
as smallish birds that don’t yet sing
buzz imitations of tree frog, bug,
define overhead wires in this grey hour
with ciphers of what’s just
gone West
(and its caress)—
I know one’s days are numbered,
but please not
the evenings.
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Drafty poem just for myself and Real Toads open platform.
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ManicDDaily 
March 15, 2016 at 9:32 pm
I really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing it.
March 16, 2016 at 3:56 am
I really like the end… evenings are what we live for.
March 16, 2016 at 5:27 am
oh wow, I absolutely love this. Not just that ending smashing line, but the rhythm and tone and flow, and the descriptions–original. Great write.
March 16, 2016 at 7:01 am
Vibrant, in the way that night and day fighting for identity(or seasons) is vibrant,that is, plainly there but in the background, only if you look or happen to be in the kind of life where these things are part and parcel of being, which is the feel for me here–allowing ourselves to feel the rhythm which we lean on to provide us with some sort of continuity and meaning outside ourselves.
March 16, 2016 at 11:58 am
gone west, and its caress–
yes
March 16, 2016 at 2:01 pm
Such a beautiful evocation of nightfall.. I love the crest fallen sky.
March 17, 2016 at 2:43 pm
Love the “rush hour toward spring,” which,like post-dusk is a lingering between, an existence on the borders. It seems reasonable to pray to stay in this state of anticipation indefinitely (like unrequited love in a way).
March 17, 2016 at 5:38 pm
That intense blue in the photo is hard to forget. I could not take my eyes off it. Beautiful shot. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
March 17, 2016 at 9:01 pm
Thanks so much. Not nearly as nice as the original! k.
March 19, 2016 at 9:13 pm
that ending!
April 10, 2016 at 4:08 pm
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