Dusk

August 9, 2008
By Christine Willinger, Madison, NJ

The wrought-iron lamppost
Stands on the lawn’s periphery
A suburban phantom
Cast off abruptly
Like the hazy flashbacks
Of a familiar nightmare
Left to flounder
And slip into an uneasy coma

Rising from the shadows
Of visceral darkness
Brewing enigmatic storms
Into a surging halo of hypnosis
Scrawling questions
Along the charred edges
Of paper-thin reality
Once bound by book-covers

Spreading eerie light
Across cookie-cutter streets
Uncovering gleaming tendrils
In the afterglow of swept cement
Like a hidden facet
Buried in a diamond’s lattice
Rekindling a fallen town
As the sun chases its silhouette
Over the horizon


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