The dawn seeps through fissures,
Smiles into new blue air.
The day gathers itself,
Consumes itself,
Slows.
The evening whistles with glamour,
Glistens with growing opulence.
The night gleams blackly,
Folds softly,
Waits.
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
The dawn seeps through fissures,
Smiles into new blue air.
The day gathers itself,
Consumes itself,
Slows.
The evening whistles with glamour,
Glistens with growing opulence.
The night gleams blackly,
Folds softly,
Waits.