dusk2

tonight the light almost escapes me

I missed my bridge walk and now

rush to beg Marie’s forgiveness

distracted by a cake in the oven

small payment for the publican

who sweats over translating me

one haiku-like moment at a time

I arrive just as the day turns

just as the waxing gibbous

moon illuminates stone and steel

and touches the Danube touches me

flipping the world upside down

diluting my present tense

into water colours centuries old

 

watercolours

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