Thursday, January 9, 2020

January 7th, 2020



Eight hours of daylight
clearly never enough
before long evenings
candles at dinner
electric light 

barely an hour before dark
watching pale remnants of
light lose domain to darkening sky
I might have heard thunder faraway

barely an hour of full darkness
reflections in windows
mirrors of privacy
soon to be shattered

if enemies come near

should they come trampling our kale yards
what then?

then life goes on 
with eyebrows raised as once again
humanity stumbles onwards
once again





Dick Russell © January 9, 2020

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