cogitations at dusk

Evening,

like the afternoon like

but closer to night,

a dwindling

& mingling

of light time & dark

-a nightingale

hark!

No, wait,

it’s still a thrush,

cogitations at dusk

Evening (x 2)

It’s also a greeting

plus a well worn metaphor

for the-elderly-&-permanently-fleeting,

a twinkling

of not too long

this glistening song

-oh shit!

I’ve left the iron on

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