ODE
TO THE DUSK
People, like
fire, burn at both ends
until all that
has been borrowed on this earth
turns to ash.
Smoke and spirit
mix in the twilight of our lives,
and the warrior
sings one more ode to the dusk,
lifting voice
with the nighthawk and coyote,
crying out to
the amber light and turquoise sky.
He paints
himself the color of sunset.
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