Passengers of a Summer Afternoon

June 2, 2009
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Sunshine so bright eyes spill over,
Yellowed interior intensified.
Our strands of gold in every direction.
Huge lenses reflecting me back,
Concealing eyes, protecting eyes.
Purple fades to black, to blacker rims.
Perched cigarette in hand, with hand in hand.
Stars of dust suspended, hovering.
Illuminated, as if the sky were white.

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