Saturday, April 20, 2013

April sunset

The beauty of the sunset
on an April, after 6

rose and crystal, stain-glass hues
streak like watercolors
mad fits of big city rage..

A never-ending ocean canvas...

The world turns
while I stand still
scratching my head...

Atop a hill, I see...

Tight-edged tanks, Tau Delta
tinting pink...

The voluptuous, slender, curving...
stalks of grass

Gentle tides are ebbing with the moon

And ten e-mails, articles, prospectae,
stuck inside

A day and a poem have come

To pass.

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