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Second Place - Solitude by Joelle Williams
from Legacy 2008
Poetry Second Prize Winner
Solitude
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by Joelle Williams
Alone in twilight's thickening grasp,
I hear the crickets start to sing.
The wind's a rustle in the grass.
Solitude's a funny thing.
Three dim stars appear out there.
And like a planetary ring.
An untouched jet trail spans the sky.
Solitude's a funny thing.
And if the darkness comes too soon.
At least there's slumber in its wing.
Until the foothills drown the moon.
Solitude's a funny thing.
Floating in a cobalt night.
We wait for what the day will bring.
Evening sets my heart alight.
Solitude's a funny thing.
