Twilight

By Rick Eschholz

I walk toward the center of town

on an afternoon in fall when twilight

comes early. The days have been

condensing into early darkness, yet

I’m surprised how this afternoon takes

me by the hand. I can feel the tug

lightening my step as I move toward

nothing more important than wandering

and nothing less important than the

unexpected.

 

from PoemCity 2012

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