Wednesday, September 15, 2021

The dance

There is no hard line 

between sunset and night, 

the oranges and pinks 


give way to the inky 

blues and purples 

in a dance, a caress,


they embrace each other always

but we cannot 

see it from where we’re standing 


cannot see that 

we’re the ones spinning ever 

away and toward 


the light, that we are 

the dancer

dizzy with power and regret 



Poetry prompt: Transitions 

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