A Walk at Dusk

ALESSIO ZANELLI

Some say the twilight’s best enjoyed by rocking on the porch. Until it’s dark. I think it is no time to rest. Its hues can be much brighter than the day’s. Then who recalls the dawn’s? I’m going to shake off the blues, put on my shoes, step out towards the west and meet the setting sun. I’m in no rush, and yet I have to mind each pace. The dusk, you know, that’s earned. POETRY