Equinox
At twilight
fish sleep
suspended —
a cut glass bowl
once held
roses against
mid-winter sun;
dust defines
a narrow hall,
shadows slope
down hardwood,
half awake
awaiting,
darkness slips
over the city,
fog creeps
hides stars,
doorways disappear,
misty streets slide,
empty alleys,
a cat cries,
a door slams.
Silence
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