darkness twitters, shrieks.
Soft mist twirls among the trunks
of sunbleached columns, joyous
dancers, poetic slips of orange
and gold, seek the gaze
—souvenir trinkets, blazing, blinding—
shivering, the crowd, once boistrous,
trickles from the square.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: MaxPixel
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