Above, dark wood planks;
Slats, sticky with resin, below;
Sky and sea beyond;
The sun moving away, around;
Shadows playing behind its back,
Dancing in the gray half-light of dusk.
Dark fuzzy shadows growing above;
Below, a creaky chair rocking lightly
On two curved feet;
Two luminous green eyes,
Wicker groaning under four paws;
Darkness dancing on a porch
Half-hidden in the gray-black cloak of dusk.
Gray light rippling on the bay;
Glimmering on its silky surface,
Soft and cool as smooth satin.
A boat’s rhythmic light throbbing:
White, and lonely as an owl’s hoot, and
Night looming behind gray fur,
Growing to consume the pale dusk.
Francesca Ciampa is a junior who is a fan of all music styles, and is continuously writing snippets of poems late at night. Her poetry and art have been published in the Glass Kite Anthology and the Cicada Magazine.
Art by Yixuan Luo