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After Tom Clark

I am not a mornings person so
my pristine time is after sunset
as lights come on in the street
and in the many houses
as twilight surrenders its fragile claim to day

I walk looking up to consider
the bright cones of light
that fall from the municipal bulbs
onto intervening leaves, then the road
where cars and cats are illuminated equally

Another day has ended
And we are still here

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Azores Evening

Moonlight  has banished an ocean of stars,
pouring  molten silver across the water.
Murmuring waves remember a primal ocean,
write poetry in their foam,
erase the day from a busy beach.
A harsh breeze crashes across treetops
as if breaking on a coral reef
and distant sea-birds call evenings end,
sharp disembodied sentinels of the night.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond