Pleasantries

“Am I alone?”

Flickering light, long shadows, and

shades of gray

all

will ask of dusk

eventually.

 

Wisdom carries dreams

on windowsills

and rear-view mirrors.

 

But what is this whisper

of panic

that stirs the medicine man

to concoct

mushrooms and rice.

Sons will marry daughters

to ease the burden

of work.

 

Dawn waits

on the other side of horizon.

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