i know i see the sky
it empties out of me
its denim blue
bleaches out
and becomes the afternoon.
i sprinkle it with fallen ash
gray and somber now
the clever breeze
whistles through
announcing twilight time.
the darkness softly calls
to retrieve the waning sun
the breath of heat
burns my throat
as it passes down.
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© Eliza Alys Young
