At times like this,

times – shadow lengthened,

stretched thin, soft edged – like this,

we wrap the melting dark

around us like a cloak,

forget about tomorrow,

forget that there is a thing

called tomorrow

or time

or waiting.

We watch in soft silence

captured gentle in our own

captured sunset

blurred lines lapping at the shore

of something we once called memory.

We sigh our silent pledge

to nightfall

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5 thoughts on “At the end of the day

  1. newfieldsnh says:

    My favorite thing to do – sitting up on the bluff overlooking the river as the sun casts its last bits of colored light “forgetting about tomorrow” – just being in the moment with “what’s so” .

  2. mrscac2013 says:

    This is totally beautiful! ‘blurred lines lapping at the shore of something we once called memory’…oh, it is so splendid!!…I love the way the words roll off the tongue in alliteration and just in beauty! Also, ‘we wrap melting dark around us like a cloak.’ I love words and I love words that fit together…that is why I love this poem! Carol Castagna

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