Two Poems

We're pleased to publish "Dawn" and "Sunset Watchers" by P. David Hornik.

Dawn

Redemption is not a fanfare;
it’s random notes at dawn.
This one sings from a tree;
that one sings from a tree.
The east is not persuaded,
not even awoken yet.  
The east remains deep black
as numbness and disbelief.

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Sunset Watchers

In a city of, say, 500,000,
there are 5 or 6 sunset watchers.
It’s good there aren’t more;
it would be too crowded for us.

Few though they are,
they stand at distances,
try not to see each other.

They’ve been silent too long,
too far inside themselves.
They can’t come out;
they don’t try anymore.

They stand in a line
along a rocky shore
while the sun is setting.

The last tip of sun
descends
and the sky
has no memory of it. 

They’ve seen the sun set
but do not go home.

Photos:

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