THIS PENULTIMATE SHORE

 Violet clouds frozen

in the still light sky,

ground dark,

growing darker,

the web of the night

being spun

from the long dusk

of the August day,

and on this penultimate

shore of existence

I gaze at clouds

whose rims

are still touched

by the rays

of the departed sun;

like the dead

whose lives

still echo in mine,

recarving grief.

01.08.2021

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