Unearthly Transitions – A Poem by Sunil Sharma

Shadows
merge in the sallow light
of a setting sun.
Few fast seconds of transit.

The light turns into a grey zone. Orange-reds
slip
into silhouettes of giants and seas
in
the inflamed sky without an oval moon.

The birds are homing back, flapping against an icy wind; lines of blurred dots.

The buildings and parks sink into oblivion; solidity dissolves into nothingness.

Sheer outlines strung together upon a gloomy skyline.
Mass of quivering dark; black ink spilt across the vault.

The golden street lights come on.

Order
snatched from the wide jaws of chaos of unlit places.

City, with a new coat of rouge and loud lipstick, lingers
at
the corner, on stilettoes, faux-leather bag.

A chimney belches smoke on a far-off farm house, alone,
along
the deserted country lane, away from Highway 407

where, once cicadas sang on long summer days,
leaving
brown shells behind, as mementoes for the boys.

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