L'aura del Campo

On a Dark Red Day

On a Dark Red Day

         for Mark

Looking up at the ceiling
An eclipse of the lamp light
my right hand moving left
to block out the day
I stay back to the bed
my future looming above me
the glooming of Sunday
a lighter shade of Hell
that can wait till tomorrow
or overmorrow or till when
the left hand transverses
the pillow to beg the
waning of the night to block
the waxing of the new day

© Kåre Enga [182.] 18.mai.2025

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