Summer Twilight

The clouds swim the skystream,
purplebellied, whitefinned.
We are pale creatures
beside crows and ravens, naked
among mosquitoes and truthseekers.
I cover you in flowers,
brush the tangles from your golden hair.
We while away the hours
as honeybees buzz us here and there.
The red sun flashes through pinetree lashes
like a stick rat-a-tats on picketfence slats.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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