Parading

Every evening, an hour before

its light, wanting to be altered.
the sun goes down, I walk toward
the sun goes down, I walk toward
its light, wanting to be altered.
its light, wanting to be altered.
Always in quiet, the air still. —Linda Gregg
Always in quiet, the air still.
—Linda Gregg

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One response to “Every evening, an hour before”

  1. I’ll spiral inside the dome of the sky.

    The light lengthening, breaking,
    this moment gathered around us
    as I spiral inside the dome of the sky.

    —Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

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