Between O’clock and a bed

I stand old and bald ,with no fear
Highly unself- conscious ,a body
Between the bed and a tall clock.

The shadow is my body at sunset
In window for sun’s daily farewell,
Eye softly shut before daily sleep.

Window shuts a sun’s eyes softly.
A body stands fearless at a sunset
On floor dappled by ripe sunlight.

I stand upright beside a tall  clock
Wedged between  sleep and time
To look sunset in the eye defiantly.

(Admiring Edward Munch’s self-portrait painting made in his dying years)

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