West

Homeward into sunset
with clouds stacking
like grievous complications
suggesting
camels
seahorses
uninhabited islands
and rumors of red
that does not burn
as the first cold drops
of autumn rain

splatter

washing day
into the sudden sanctuary
of blessed night.

 

 

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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