Saturday, December 5, 2020

Just Before Dark

The edge of shade at sunset throws
A negative corona—threads
Dance along advancing grey

On a wall, ghosts of solar storms.
You have stand close to the wall
To catch those mycelial threads

Extending filamentous limbs
As their own shadow chases them.
Sunset generally blends all shades.

The fine details are boring, small,
And take patience to scrutinize.
So what else is new, right? Dark moves.

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