about dusk

Dust

It is almost nightfall.

Driving on the highway

home from work I think

of dusk, of replacing

one letter, the "k" to "t"

and how naturally things

seem to fall apart. 

Like the day-fade

there are extinguishing

lights inside your heart, 

but then again 

there will be

some that stay, 

some that have a way

of slow-dancing together

with sweaty palms, 

of tethering themselves

to lives of jazz and dancing

and sacrificial alms to all you dream of. 

these ones will fall in love

with one another, discover 

all the universes love undoes

and take you over until

you forget what was.   

in the darkness all the world

is going away. 

but those lights, 

those ones...

those ones stay.