Crepuscule

Poem from Cecile Rossant

hushed time creeping quietly out of the mouth
between the teeth
time lapping against the cheekbone arch 

a swirl of dark pooling in the eye socket 

a swirl of dark
the sun still low
skin cool 

 

leap-splash

 

fish? in these waters?

one escaping the city
yes. of course. 

this canal leads somewhere 

 

leap-splash 

 

don't tell her about the escapee 

she doesn't need to relive his death 

yet again