Queen of the Evening

sunset comes slow, corners

blacken first

air is dusky stale, the cat hides

in her basket & overhead

the ceiling dims

until only puddles of light

are left

distant reflections & such

I flounce on cushions

bathed in yellow

like a gilded iris

shadow kneeled & crumpled

at my feet

I listen to the murmur of eventime

slow as syrup

cosseting and gossiping

the news of midnight

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