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dusk delineate

we are caught up, fair child,
in the murderous beauty
of dusk. no languid stars

pollute this softly diffusing
day with shimmering
droplets of ancient light.

rather, the stitches of noon
pull apart at the seams and split
the blue with pink blades of

evening flesh. bruised by
clouds, the lucent arcs Ra sent
home only seven short minutes

ago, are dispelled and bandied
about in chaotic oranges and
greens and limpid surges of

red. a canvas, stolen second
hand, and dropped into the arms
of angry Artists – all jealously

clamoring for the right place
to press scintillating brush and
delineate Night’s first star.

Ah, Venus, lovely Trickster.

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8 thoughts on “dusk delineate

  1. Ah, gorgeous. The night-sky, the smitten heart, tricked, tickled and maybe tricked.

    You know, you write really well. One of your poems affected one I put up yesterday.

    I like your growl.

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