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Monday, November 21, 2022

November Dusk Ditty


Tomorrow’s troubles can wait
(I’ve learned they always do)
Let’s linger at time’s phantom gate
While dusk deepens its blue
And snuffs away the view
Until all we can see
Is someone in the window staring
Back at you and me

Leave morrow’s sorrows be
Today has quite enough
To wrangle into poetry
Of hope and hurt and love
Of blush and bronze and mauve
Like colors on a tray
That fell beneath the velvet veil that
Brushed the world away

© Janet Martin

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