Writer’s Evening
from Out With Lanterns
At dusk, I still can’t think clearly
so I pour some chilled hibiscus tea
and sit outside to watch the sun fade.
Some days, it’s consolation
to watch the sky go dark.
I had grand plans for today.
Maybe that was my first mistake.
It is no small task to write the truth.
I look like I’m unsure.
Maybe I am unsure.
Across the street, kids bounce
basketballs to beat lit streetlights.
I write this now to beat the dark. 


I look like I’m unsure.
Maybe I am unsure
These 2 lines immediately strike me.
It IS no small task to write the truth. But holy smokes, you do it so well.