The Unseen The submerged sun lays in wait, as the minutes tick by. A blanket of darkness covers all that needs to remain unseen. The remnants from the night. Lay strewn across the wind swept pebbles. Paper flutters, like a dying bird , cans frantically seek shelter, glistening bottles languish in the darkness. His hunched body is silhouetted against the red sky; the unseen. Selecting what needs to be buried, leaving the expectation. Pulling his cortège of a moments careless from view, as darkness turns into light.
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