Walking at dusk, wild
flowers fry on the gray-green
back of a world half
asleep. The sun sets
fire on car fenders while in
kitchens cutlery
clinks. A show bell rings.
Dogs call out in their yards: Hey
pal, you hear that? Hey
hey, hey. Shaking voice
boxes at the fading day.
Hey hey, hey. Hey hey.
I love this.
Thank you for the kind words!
Very evocative! I especially like your use of line breaks to add power to your imagery, Kristen. :- )
Thanks! I appreciate your comment.