Waiting for Dusk

Gretchen Lee Bourquin
As I walk across the asphalt fields
the sun reflects too brightly off chrome
I weave through rows and rows
of motored boxes
lined like corn and beans
as I struggle to rest my eyes
in shade.

The sun, the sun
comes at me
worse than traffic!

I navigate each crop
passing shoppers' silos
to find my Dark-house
where the window blinds save me
from the blazing, blinding light
and I inhale
my paper ambrosia
while I wait
for moon and starlight

Published by Gretchen Lee Bourquin

I am the mother of two college students living outside Minneapolis, MN. I write fiction, poetry, informational articles and commentary pieces on various topics. My work has appeared in various places onl...  View profile

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