Dusk, North Side of Tortola
Mark Staff Brandl
for Cornelia
The boisterous, seasonless light
ebbs from the earth first,
tarries awash in the sky.
Slouching streetlights
with raw bulb faces discern
only down-turned events
and glimmer to use.
There is no sun itself
only fervid illumination, no longer
variegated formula melodrama.
This radiance has not been painted
to death clich
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