The End of Daylight Savings

My hunkered shadow drives ahead of my speed
strange ear to the grey road, always listening
for the west in the eastern way I go.

And I wonder what is east in me, what sunrise
I avoid in blood beating west west west.
Why must I always long to live in sun set

when I know there is truly no disappearing
light, just a constant circling, my own looking
up and out, away from sun dial feet.


One Response to “The End of Daylight Savings”

  1. fey says:

    i too hear the sun calling me at sunset. silly cuz I know it is just my head and logic says it is the eons of rotation of the universe. i guess maybe you and i kinda go ag’in the flow. Sometimes.

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