Dusk
it matters not
the day
if I remember it
or not
it matters not
the day
if I found it
or not
it matters not
the day
if I kept it
or not
it matters not
the day
the break of it
the dusk
folded flat and put away
stuffed or starved
held or withheld
standing in the rain
or cold in the grave
I sat in the sand
and waited
way too long
the sky a tearless blue
in summer
changes its color
in the winter
a different shade
in the fall
and returns itself
in the spring
a buried bulb
left in the ground
grows
each year
dimmer
through the lens
of an eye
but more brilliant
than the day
I remembered it
I found it
I kept it
when it mattered
not
the break of it
the dusk
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