by the Evening lamppost
stand here while the sun falls
paint your mind in sky colors
foist those opinions on anyone
walking past and I’ll pull up
a piece of dirt and plop down
beside you to commiserate
to dream to hope to hold
onto the night until morning
breaks and we’ll go inside
draw the shades to block
the day so we can pretend
it’s evening again when
things seem easier to face
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Did it work for the poet?
Not as much these days, but I try!