That hour
where the day
turns quiet
and thin
at the edge
of the frame
where I stand
wondering
if the work
I’ve laid is enough
or just time spent
train
write
work
race
love
How many winters
do I carry
before the light
fades out
and leaves me
at dusk
again asking
where the sun
went
I measure
the shadow
from the curb
and pick
myself
up
and
move
on
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 11 of 31
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