I blink once
then again
trying to clear the clouds from my eyes.
the sun is cut in half by the horizon
shrinking slipping
below an imaginary line far away.
the semi-dark sends him for his car
got to get the headlights on before too long.
(at dusk is a dangerous time)
of day
© 1995 (Tulsa, OK)
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