A pale moon rises.
The sunset is dusty like Martian earth.
Parrots scream of the end of day, from trees changing their faces to autumn colours.
The air chills windows and skin.
Lacklustre night descending.
Collar up and huddled in.
I have to work soon and don't want to.
So I'll keep watching the sky, and waiting for this nothing.
May 17, 2019
Pale Moon Rises
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