The Answer

Beneath the dim glow
Between night and day,
Before the storm,
The lioness retreated
To the creekside wood.

He turned from the reptilian
Alto-stratus in the high, blue east
To the storm-laden west
And blinked.

A flash of coral pink
On rock, tree, and meadow
That somehow
Missed the sky?

He whipped around in surprise;

High clouds catching fire
Over the east, somehow
Casting deeper shadow on the land,
And towering over the west:

A narrow arc of refracted daylight
Glowing in the final breath of darkness
Like an answer.

© 2013 Kaweah


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