oddly falling into himself
peering at us over his shoulder
right leg lifted defensively perhaps
aren’t muscles amazing
which is strange because Morning
seemed wise and mocking though
interested in what we had to say
turned full frontally holding
something I can’t see what
a photograph can’t hide
how Evening is no allegory
but something physical that floats
toward Night whose left leg
covers but whose breasts invite
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