A Glow at Dusk

January 4, 2009
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The perfect evening,
The kind that casts the landscape in rose-gold
When the sun’s last rays ooze contentment like molten honey
tricking from the heavens,
sliding down the porch roof,
coming to rest on an upturned face
A girl, lips curved, back straight
swaying in the gardenia and cut-grass atmosphere
wanting to breathe in everything
Alive.





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