June 27

June 27, 2018
by C
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poetry

eerie tinge
to this sunset

cold and diluted
a misplaced day

say six pm
in mid October

it was summer
a chill sets in

the lights go off
and on in the office tower

golden bands
the crane’s open elevator

making one last run
up the construction site

even from here
it’s clearly not tethered

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