Here at the height of the day night change
The color of the sky is uncertain,
The sky depending in which direction
One's eye strains, each of its swatches a strange
Hue which dies too soon and which makes this hour
Linger in the mind transient as a life,
Whose names once known remain another
Posied-up portrait on our palette knife.
Until even I wonder if one tint
Ever survives the harm of seeming unique
(Evening's intrigue, time's singularity.)
Study for its trace, its placemap, I see
- Redundant as a stopsign in italic-
The face on which my profile leaves no print.
Compact Dusk
Bill Knott
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Poem topics: change, life, night, time, evening, face, knife, mind, remain, unique, direction, color, strange, Valentine's Day, portrait, sky, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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