Listening at Twilight

June 22, 2011

Twilight’s short around here.

Marked more by sound.

Than sight.

And walking the paths.

At dusk I hear.

Kids’ shouts mingled.

With mothers calling.

Home. Before dark.

And tractors from far.

In the sunflower fields.

Hurrying. The last pick.

Of the light.

And along the ditches.

Crickets and frogs.

Fight for chorus.

With jackals.

Loud. In surround sound.

And above my head.

If I listen hard.

The barn owl’s breath.

Following me.

Down the path.

At dusk.


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