MARGARET AVINSON
Twilight
Three minutes ago is was almost dark. Now all the darkness is in the leaves (there are no more low garage roofs, etc.)
But the sky itself has become mauve. Yet it is raining. The trees rustle and tap with rain. … Yet the sun is gone. It would even be gone from the mountaintops if there were mountains.
In cities this mauve sky may be of man.
The taps listen, in the unlighted bathroom.