Gloaming

Gloaming 

See the glade at the edge of our 
playing field, the passage there 

into the green mist. May be balls 
lost in the tall grass a hurler hit.

As anticipation of sight lost, smells 
gone, taste gone, gloaming hides 

kettles, knife, lightning, or lava. 
     To know it when they see it. 





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