From the window,
North Miami dusk lay like a quiet lake
in the sky.
The tall skinny trees
bob back and forth
like dandelions
blown in a field.
The sky is
full of sweet purples
and muted blues.
The clouds are wisps of smoke
like clusters of sand
on a moon-soaked shore.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
From the window,
North Miami dusk lay like a quiet lake
in the sky.
The tall skinny trees
bob back and forth
like dandelions
blown in a field.
The sky is
full of sweet purples
and muted blues.
The clouds are wisps of smoke
like clusters of sand
on a moon-soaked shore.
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