
The colors of dusk
A crescent moon ascending
Autumnal air brisk
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The colors of dusk
A crescent moon ascending
Autumnal air brisk

History in bricks
Such elegant stateliness
An autumn sunset

Dreams of motion
Cars and vans, across deserts
Sunlight’s glaring strength
The forces of life drive hard
Each day waking
I’m the same bed
With different views
Outside this glass
Wheels sparkle in the day
Transitions happen

In this deep darkness
As this day transformed to new
This eerie silence?
Darkness holds its own
Rest is deceptively hard
The street-light’s ally
Away through the woods
I wonder about these tracks
Are they neglected?
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