AT THIS TIME
The windfall of evening douses the air;
scuttled like sky with a star, the owl overhead
stares simply back; down towards the dirtied
earth. Both above it yet upon it, this
comforting creature is teaching restraint:
A somehow restraint, a motive of things,
a thump where it is usually soundless.
-
I catch the evening star blinking.
From far, far above me it appears
to be shining down - from a place
where there is neither up nor down.
How owl-like I think that star must be.
The windfall of evening douses the air;
scuttled like sky with a star, the owl overhead
stares simply back; down towards the dirtied
earth. Both above it yet upon it, this
comforting creature is teaching restraint:
A somehow restraint, a motive of things,
a thump where it is usually soundless.
-
I catch the evening star blinking.
From far, far above me it appears
to be shining down - from a place
where there is neither up nor down.
How owl-like I think that star must be.
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