Twilight

Twilight softens the broken glass, hides the grime, soot on the walls, broken bricks, broken lives, misery of unintended consequences. It’s an abomination, but an oil sheen on the asphalt street shines beautifully. Light shines brightly from office windows. Far from the city, a plow is dug from the mud, but here I can’t get myself out of it. I share the sadness, the darkness, but I can’t help thinking it’s not a wound; it’s a furrow in my garden.