Dying By Dusk Poem by Michael Walkerjohn
Dying By Dusk
Modern dance cavorts
weeping onto the blind air
spiraled gyres sound
floating pigments by
abandoned traces at dawn
solidified spark
embers on a brush
traverse through on august plains
above dark veneer
drunk above feelings
nocturnal echoic warm
drunk on straight laughter
harmonies flaring
beckoning morning lifted
at a midday breeze
illusory of
on lonesome atolls floating
and dying by dusk
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