Twilight takes the day by surprise.

A jagged zigzagged pink purple band of color is

stamped across the darkening sky.

And the Natchez rolls by.

A boy stands effortlessly on one foot

atop a rope stretched betwixt two trees,

silhouette seemingly sandblasted across the same evening sky.

And the Natchez rolls by.

I limp to the water’s edge and sit on the stony step

trying to blend into the grass,

the rocks,

the air.

There’s a place for us.

A corner, a city, a country,

a whole world.

I know there’s a place for us.

I got the invitation like so many others

but I opened mine.

Please, open yours and

together we can go

to where there’s always a glorious

pink purple splash across the sky,

soulful silhouettes forever dance across the same sky,

and the Natchez keeps on rolling by.