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The Twilight Time

by Seth Seong

By the twilight time, all's golden bright and fading

roads turning redder, as amber, brandy, laughter

quiet highs with neighbors, sitting, watching, waiting

the urban energy fading, dissipates together.

Talk show fears and blues azure, hissing records playing

turning heavier, as laughter, suburban laughter

grass's thinning layer, like amber, brandy, slander

the heights of the slow day falling, wayward meander.

In the twilight time the sun pointed straight across

adobe, brick and mortar, paved thoughts and matters, growing silent faster,

till darker times and their incursion turn

lights bright as mirrors

in houses alabaster.

Seth Seong is a poet from Renton, Washington


September 2019

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