Between dog and wolf

When contemplating dusk
certain things come to mind
there's the dawn to dusk

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features at the drive-in

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where you wish
they had A&W
window service

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but in addition to drive in-ins
the owl of Minerva comes to mind

for she takes flight only at dusk
because wisdom
somehow
is the bright light of the dark
remembering that we all live
in Plato's cave

far from the sun

also intruding in my thoughts

quite unexpectedly

the French expression

L'heure entre chien et loup

making me think

how we distinguish

tell the difference

between friend and foe

fact and fiction

or maybe between

fact and fearfulness

and just then

I wonder whether it's undoubtedly true

that the forest is where foreign begins

because to live on the edge

of the woods

is in itself a great feat

calling to mind

the miracle of clearing

felling trees and burning the stumps

turning the earth to the plow

hewing and carrying

to the end of days

except when

it's necessary

to enter the forest

and take the woods

on an errand

to the other side

to save the present

from a surfeit of the same

and an insufficiency

of what is actually needed

such is the call of the wild

in the hearts of the content

who find it so hard

to be easy

no matter how well prepared

they return to the wolf

and it will ever be thus

until the cities

are connected

like the mates of Ecclesiastes

whose hearts are snares and nets

and whose hands are fetters

persevering

at times playfully

now and forever

till the end of time

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