Showing posts from January, 2015


Huffing and puffing, Moving my feet at a quickened pace, Three and half miles per hour To be exact, The sun, Still blinding and irritating, although It had begun its decent to its hiding place Somewhere behind the ever-changing horizon, (It just never sits still that horizon), I rested a half-dozen times at least To capture the yellow beast in its daily twilight ritual. With my digital lasso, of course. My own twilight ritual.
When only a narrow band of autumn-burnt orange remained, The curious specter appeared. Her bright venusian light Dispersed into five sparkling diamonds By my glassless eyes, Appearing like a distant marquis,  Called to me.
“Who are you?” I whispered in my heart. “It’s me,” you replied.