Friday, August 29


I spent an hour of my day writing a poem about sunset on Tatooine. I have a job? I don't know.

The twin lights sag
low in the atmosphere,
first one,
then the next.

The dull one moans
and slinks under the horizon
leaving brighter sister alone
suspended in darkening haze.

Her feldspar glow
overflows the dune sea
as sister makes the slow
reluctant march to bed.

Twin lights dip
first one,
then the next.


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