In the space between evening and afternoon
light hovers, not touching the ground
and the solid blue sky turns translucent.
In the space between evening and afternoon
between the sun's low rim amd the western hills
inside the bell's mouth, between tongue and lip
noiseless reverberations
approach
approach
approach
There's an itinerary written in the whitespace
if only we could read it
but evening falls and the moment passes
only to return again and again.
The waves curl tall and white-maned,
boisterous and always moving.
Watch the troughs
and you may see something break the surface
in the space between evening and afternoon.
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Monday, September 01, 2008
Space Between
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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