Dawn vs Dusk
The morning broke as rind
Of melon against the darkness
To the east, a warm ambered halo
Around the sainted head
Of the monkish earth
As usual, the change was gradual
As if the light, refusing to sleep,
Had spent the hooded hours
Quietly pleading its case,
Promising night it could
Always come back later.
At dusk it’s different.
Through the trees to the west glows
A faint greenish bluish corona,
Clinical and antiseptic,
Sterilizing some barber’s comb,
The kind of unnatural light
Halogenating science labs
After hours
Garish illuminations of
Petri dishes, beakers, test tubes
Or neatly labeled specimens
Tacked to a corkboard
Little pins impaled on
Gizzard
Cloaca
Three chambered heart
A light demanding everyone’s attention
To something you’d rather not know.
Just be dark, I think
And then it is
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