A Twilight Lens
A fish crow has tan-
blue sparkles; pearls coat the sky.
A resting brook
is melting chocolate,
it flows through lime-green sprouts.
A burning orange
is the sun;
yet a rock can wears
its hue. A stick curves up from
the water- a night
colored alligator
that spares biped shades of dusk.
A plastic liqueur
bottle is stepped
over; its dirt stained shape an
empty night, open.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2020
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