It's Still Life

The It of It All   

She wants to be Mary Oliver, 
or Count Tolstoy, but that 

creates all sorts of pronoun 
issues she can't understand. 

So she sits on the balcony, 
and takes in views of town, 

its white-limed houses with 
low roofs, and rose gardens. 

She thinks of having a smoke, 
forgetting she quit years ago, 

and watches a jaundice-yellow 
sun surrendering to twilight. 

Written for Twiglet’s “trick of light” and RDP “twilight”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney