Time Like Dust
the burning sun
sinks into the sea
a dense mist
rises
to meet the sky
perfusive light
flourishes
on the tarnished
edges of
tomorrow's morning
the moon pinches
thin into
a pale crescent
curving
aureate freckles
on the crepuscular
face of night
fading
sickle blade
parting the darkness
a silhouette
cloaking
the shards of daylight
descends
to capture
the canopy
above
puncturing
the steady eventide
plunging
time like dust
letting it drift where
it settles
poem by Tim Stensloff
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