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