Dusk

Next time, I'm going to win.

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Dusk

There is a calm at dusk;
Amidst checkered silence
Tangled worry sits
On this dock,
Where boat meets sand —
Below
Serpents lurk in mud and murk
Stirring time with a lazy paw
Ignoring skies fading
in and out of realities

A girl sits at dusk
In this precious solace
Consuming life in one shaky palm
Beneath silk tapestry
And fiery dying sun
Waiting for storm or hail
To come
And take her away —
Until there’s nowhere left to go
But below
Where she can’t see