L'aura del Campo

"At twilight's edge" serenade... # [119]

I catch the glow that doesn't know it's shifting from gold to orange on the edge of twilight. It's westward bound, an elder hound. I'm sighing.

Another liminal space I must traverse to call it mine for fleeting moments and new-found memories. I stash them where the sun can't burn them.

The flag has turned its back and the river churns as the traffic churns crossing by the bridge above it. Everyone but me going somewhere.

Even the glow abandons me until the dawn as the night pulls down its shade.

         orange flickers
         at twilight's edge — the night
         pulls down its shade

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