what is and what will ever be — rewrite

dusk spirit, reincarnation
of first revolver, blued skin,
yellow scent of sulfur;

dusk ghost, revenant
knife, bone hilted, satin
sheen of used steel;

dusk moth, noose reviving
early but just in time, hairy
hemp burning into hide;

dusk bear, returned pills in a jar,
old whiskey on a bedside stand,
growling in preparation;

dusk man, dusky woman,
twilight of humor, a hand
dealt with bad faith;

all creatures of dusk
in their habitats, allotted
a space in which to wait;

sunset bringing options,
pain, surcease of pain,
upset carts, spilled fruit;

dimming birds not singing
because sound tastes bitter,
not flying for want of air;

then —

dusk star,
shard, burn hole,
heat announcing itself;

dusk walk, rising from hard ground,
just enough to make legs move,
head for home moved enough to move;

dusk, no more than day in night, it’s
all in how it settles — blanket or shroud
in wearer’s eye alone. choose. pick one.

get up and walk away
or walk towards a new thing. get up.
dusk lasts no longer than it must.