Eos
is a development, a process continually reborn,
each
new each day we are poised on a margin
between
night and day, not darkness and not light -
a
world of shapes and silhouettes, trees undefined,
the
first flutterings not identified unless calling,
the
sea and sky undifferentiated, the world as one.
you remind me to get to a pair of poems I've been working on
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and
last light
Poised
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