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The Sun Sets On a Squalor of Daylight
Sunset in the backstreets.
Coal and brick dust catches
small glimmers and sparks.
A cobbled together backyard
grows yet shorter shadows
a boy in kaki cloth
plays with a beat-up
red plastic fire truck.
Mother at the sink
her hands always scrubbing
a red raw living.
The boy looks up
to where a brief sunset fades
into the pale side of dark.
At a kitchen window
a mother rests her forehead
on its dirty pane, sighs
as the very worst part of town
drags itself deeper once more.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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