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Watching the Purple Sunset
by Ken HarnischWatching the purple sunset and mourning
Daylight Savings Time
Knowing my ageing eyes can’t
Take too much more of this
Driving in the dark.
Of course, the other motorists
Are the dim and dumber ones
The ones to whom I raise
A middle finger in despise
Of their driving skills
While saluting, without
Empirical review, the
Mastery of my own
And yes, the darkness
Has its charms and so, too, does November
Although, watching the skittering leaves
I have not yet heard the music of
The season, and suspect, like hip-hop,
It is not a tune to which I shall ever,
Jauntily, dance.
12/23/2015 Posted on 12/24/2015
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/31/15 at 04:41 PM Melancholy blues with deeper tones. Your second stanza has that humor I see in the older (and I am of that) determined to keep our place in the moving line in spite of the impatience of youth all around us. Their time will come. I do have a winter dance, however, and hope this one is not too hard on you. |
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