dusk at penclawdd
slowly filling
lifting the boats in the muddied gullies
upon the sigh of this setting sun
beached below the tabernacle
the lengthening shadows in the tufts
on the fields on the bank’s stopped time
pale the cabin boy lights are fading
the enigma of thoughts leaving on an incoming tide
with a flash the horizon’s silver thread unravels
landward the hills languish
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