Poetry

April’s Sunset

There she is, at it again, showing off, painting with clouds, as the light changes within seconds, within seconds, my head twists to gather all 180° in, I can’t look away from Aprils’ masterpiece of reflected light,  wind and suspended condensation, against the receding horizontal perspective of continually shadow upon shadow of Douglas fir greens.

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I am writing it

I am writing it down so i don’t have to speak it to you so i don’t have to face replies that are lies, or conversation that erupts into violence, or complete silence of acknowledgement, or derisive laughter of belittlement Faith I am writing it down so i remember -this moment -this frame of mind

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