chasing down those clouds
in penetrating light
rode to the bridge
sun had set
pink and gold patterns
on the river
The man at the water plant
leaning on the railing
glanced down the river.
above the silhouetted hills
below the salmon gilded clouds
a patch of blue
no longer blue
but the color of the turquiose ring
on my bike tires
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
chasing down those clouds
in penetrating light
rode to the bridge
sun had set
pink and gold patterns
on the river
The man at the water plant
leaning on the railing
glanced down the river.
above the silhouetted hills
below the salmon gilded clouds
a patch of blue
no longer blue
but the color of the turquiose ring
on my bike tires
