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Mar 2020
i sit in my red-brown chair
my favorite old leather chair
the one with the big brass tacks
and while looking out the window
at the snowy mountain that rises
from the ancient sandy seabed
of the blue-green valley floor
i come to the understanding that
there are bottomless holes
in my heart and soul
that can only be filled by the
golden-orange sunset clouds
as they drift in complimentary contrast
with the wide violet-blue skies

and as the heavenly color fades
i feel a piece of me cry out
fearful of the imminent
blue-black night
jordan
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jordan  47/M/the foot of the mountain
(47/M/the foot of the mountain)   
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