Four O'Clock

Four o’clock paints its portrait

on my library walls in dancing leaf shadows

muting the turquoise of a flowerpot

feeding on shrinking sunlight.

It is that time of day when the unwinding

stalks my mountain of lists and chases

it closer to the corner of undone.

Incubated in the sound play

of jet engines and classical music

I let sundown into my breathing

and turn my eyes to contemplate

a white crane soaring in a picture framed sky.

Daydreaming with my fingers black keyed

to an alphabet I write the bird’s flight

across a verse seeking wings not destination.

A roman numeral interjects itself into my reverie

as my gray cats stretch themselves toward dinner.

Walking the path of paws I leave late afternoon

to paint all my undone with the ebony touch of evening.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

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