And now the purple mist

Once settled on the far hill

Stumbles, sneaks, and spills

Into our clumsy tryst.


And now a subdued sun

Casts quiet rays like tears,

Gray hairs from its beard

Fade and fall before they’re done.


And now the dusk-bird sings

Another aging season

Advances whether reason

Has soothed the deeper sting.


And now darkness descends

A cold moon consoles.

Exposure both extols

And, in turn, condemns.

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