The twilight appeared slowly
with the announcement of the night
not far away as the streetlights
hummed, their soft gaze adjusting
to the fading of the day. For a moment,
that never-never land of in-between
felt real as if a dream had crossed
the border with that slight fear of dreams
becoming real. “For a moment,”
that phrase that teases, tries to seduce
time and place and feelings echoing off
the streets and buildings and traffic lights
as if the next moment would hesitate its
arrival. I turned the headlights on, twilight
nearly gone, night coming on, the village
in the rear-view mirror.
-Byron Hoot
i enjoyed walking through the "neverland of in-between". You have quite the gift for taking the reader to these sacred places.
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