through some crack in the architecture.
Wind winces through tremulous leaves.
Without the sun’s dying pulse,
twilight revolves into this empty room,
the sky uncovers its sharp darkness.
Outside your eyes, October’s light.
Sidewalks shining in cold drizzle.
No high shadows in the suburbs,
just gray highways leading to cities.
Even if we found some way to distant streetlights,
the russet day gives place to fall:
the final leaf shaking on the tree,
the wind calling us where it belongs,
where all summer nights always lead to this.
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Amie Sharp was the featured poet for the July 2013 issue of Atticus Review and has been published or has poems forthcoming in Forge, the Bellevue Literary Review, the Pisgah Review, the 2River View, the New Formalist, the Penwood Review, and Aquarium by the Ocean.
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Picture credits:
Abandoned Cottage at Dusk, Ballywhoriskey (Boyd Gray) / CC BY-SA 2.0
