Generation
Born as we were, near closing time,
a thought; perhaps, we saw the best,
unknowing yet the light’s decline
beyond the hour and rising crest
***
The sun went dark that afternoon,
sometime in summer ’99,
Unfazed, we waited through the gloom
18, and fearless, youth lupine
***
But no, the real thing hasn’t changed,
and never born, though towers burn
within our gaze, outwardly range
just shadows, waiting night’s return
‘Youth lupine’ - love that phrase ✨