Snapshot from the season of magic and loss (a poem)

Drove home tonight while listening to Lou Reed’s Magic and Loss

Darkness chased me all the way home
I saw it every time I looked
in the rear-view mirror

The horizon before me disguised itself as thick fog
atop which a long, thin cloud lay
languid, cat-like, a lover drowsy in the aftermath

I was momentarily distracted by smoke
rising from an access road
blackened with soot, bereft of flame—
as the chase continued

Witness to it all, the sunset
in her deep gold saturate
before a gathering of farmland and trees

The magician sleeps now
this is our chance to get away

(26 October 2019)



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