Too Soon

Against the setting sun
Intricate details revealed by day
blur in waning light.
Colors smudge
into ashen tones of
blue
then grey
then black.
Tides of shadows flow
In
And among
And around me
Too late
I notice the fleeting light…
Too soon
I notice the dark approaching
enshrouding silouhettes
into the night

11/18/99 fourth draft klk

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