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. 

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