toward midnight

evening windowshe wore impatience
barely assembled…
jeans, sandals, t-shirt
brush swiped hair

there’d been years
for logos, labels
mirror glances
suntan afternoons

now urgency
set rhythms…
three friends gone…
distressing vacancies

she still had patience
with nostalgia…
yet sought primary colors
not pastels

she read books…poetry
in draughts…to inebriation…
paused…when honest people
wrestled with ideas

kept awake past midnight
to stay closing of the light

Bonnie Marshall

Photo Credit: botanizing-flanerie

8 thoughts on “toward midnight

  1. Reading this I feel I am standing before a painting…the metaphors are surprisingly graphic…known but not realized until the painting is right in front of me.

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