poems written at dusk
usually contain
some goodbye
to light
a wish to hold on
to one day’s luster
among the thousands
that have passed
the dark ink remembering
a quiet beach walk
the dance of shadows
sitting under a tree
someone precious
crossing your mind
as the pen comes
to the end of the page
and words are squeezed
smaller and smaller
they cling to a moment
that finally runs
out of space
and time
and tumble into the night