It was written in the hoar of
last night’s fires rising in an
evening sky – chill settled,
complicity tethered dusk as
our World slowed a gear
Foreboding sailed in this
blue-rinsed southern sunsets
mood of darker grey – appraising
backwards glances, an
uneasiness of dread
Walked away resigned, shoulders
set to a shower, a beer and the
warmth welcoming –
brooding on events over another
nights anxious horison
© 18 May 2011, I. D. Carswell
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