distinguish the sun rise.
the new day ahead,
swallows the dying breath of the last.
When today becomes yesterday
and tomorrow dissolves,
like crystals of sugar into hot coffee.
The air is calm and crisp,
the clouds on the horizon turn bright with the fire of the sun,
and the traffic lights cast an azure shade,
as the prophet Hendrix predicted.
Each day anew,
the night does not end at its mid-point,
it persists until its relief makes itself known.
A graceful denouement.
the Taste of Twilight.
-Justin C.M. Brown 7/4/2021