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The Fire Burns
Poems
Jul 2018
What Evening Sees
Climbing red bricks,
to beige trimmed eaves,
over and on to,
a grey corrugated roof.
Now staring out wide,
the bits and pieces of green,
stuck in the drab browns,
of the desert sands.
Silicate sparkles flash,
as the sun sets pink and blue,
a moving ***** toad catches the eye,
he stops atop a red ant bed for dinner.
Black chickens climb the ramp,
into the cozy maroon coop,
as black and white goats,
settle into their green hut.
Blackness falls finally,
after the last gasp of the sun,
the peppery darkness,
salted by silver stars twinkling.
Luna emerges from the horizon,
painted a deep blood orange,
that slowly fades to gray,
as she rises over time.
Written by
The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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