Intimation of Fog
A dusty sun on a
dusty trail,
almost sundown,
in the middle of Summer.
The west wind brings
intimation of fog
to eat into the
the sleepy heat of the day.
We are on the cusp
of day and night.
My front side is warm,
my backside is not.
Fat dog and I
sit by the stream
which grows louder with
each darkening moment.
The voices on the trail above
grow fainter as I close my eyes
and see through eyelids only
the deepening reds of the setting sun.
Breathing slows, and the rubies
that are my eyes burn crimson.
They are all I am,
ready to catch a night breeze,
and follow the sun.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2018
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