Watching, Waiting

I can’t tell anymore

whether smog, fog,

or smoke sits at the edge

of the world this evening

 

I have many eyes to do my watching

and little detail to spare

for the monster

lurking in the corners

teeth bared, tail low

 

The sunset is behind me now

Where the night belongs to him,

Tomorrow is mean for me

 

(Hour 10)

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