Dusk

The street lights stand

Illuminated

Among me

I blend and weave between twoandthree

Using the blanch dotted border as a guide

It gets me nowhere

I want to be native to this expanse

To complement my memories with reality

I need my surroundings to be familiarized

Savor the scent of home

Although I've discovered amity; more I've ever known

She is an aviator without wings

And I'm ready to take flight