i wish
crepuscular
As the evening creeps across the land/groping its way towards us like the bleeding protagonist stabbed who refuses to die/darkness is a promise/like cousin cool/do you promise? I have sweatered so much this day I can jumper no further.
As coolth lays its stealth in a beam lowly under the trees/we stagger out/of the shopping mall carrying strawberries and tomatoes in my hat/swung by its string, a bonnet punnet/and all the trees/little and large and oblivious to cars one hopes/lay their shadows down/long on the green evening grass like ballgowns’ trains/everything wonderful cool beneath the branches/one by one the skateboarders pluck their boards out of the water and go home.
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