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Twilight


12.19.16 Posted in today's words by

Dawn Schout’s most recent poem to appear here was “Drip” (October 2016)

Twilight
By Dawn Schout

Her silver rings
tarnish in bubbly chlorinated water,
nails crescent moons,
hair heavy, dark as the night.
His legs, the length of the hot tub,
stretch in front of her.
Used to be just him and the moon.
Now it watches them
behind a rooftop. Silver
maple doesn’t know its boundaries,
looms above them, budding
like the stars. They smile, move closer.
Took so long for them to reach
this season, too old for these emotions
to feel so new.
Snow melts, trickles downhill
like water on their arms.
Squares of light
in the neighborhood gradually disappear.
They’re on the hill’s summit,
heads just above water, sweat above their lips,
steam fogging away the world,
swimming in stars.



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