half-light of a red glow
through shears drawn loose;
morning chilled by the slow
creek of a lazy fan lulling
from above;
the glow was
burnt orange in a different time a
different place also on a lake but
drawn tight, the sheers guarded
flesh thinly creping, shaded
eyes grown pale; delicate
she lived middling to late
in the half-light away from the sun
