Photo: Hannah Six
After a Brilliant Afternoon
By Hannah Six
After a brilliant afternoon,
the shortest night
would, of course,
seem longer, darker,
riddled with frightening
dreams—carnivals of scarlet,
gilt, and mirror, chaotic
two-dimensional
renderings of dissonance,
frenzied
energy, whose pace
would burst
the Herculean heart
of slanting Secretariat—
yet even he has fallen.
Dawn will break
again, a fine cobalt—
soon bright, burning—
line on the horizon,
beyond the sycamores
and soaring
pines.
Patience, then, and, in
the mean–
[the trickling
in-between
in-between
time],
rest, look
rest, look
up and count
the boundless, shimmering stars.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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