The sunset’s orange
That much was obvious
Transformers on the powerlines lie dormant
Until the day winds down
Lights will shine through the windows of homes as people continue to live their lives
But somehow, much like the sunset that will transcend into moonlight
&
The transformers that will wake up energized
I’m still waiting
Living in the dark.
© The Sad Owl
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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