Wednesday, March 7, 2012

losing the light

the end of the day comes 
quickly on the island

like a quarter sliding off the 
plate of a carnival game,
the sun rolls off the flat earth

and darkness slips thru the 
crack of her leaving 
landing with an almost audible 

thunk
at

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