My Show Unfolds

Black and blue

the sunset sky.

A day going.

The landscape silouhetted

against blood orange

curtains. Winter bare

tree limbs lace

fingers into fences.

On the deck

across the fields

my show unfolds

as years collapse.

Hidden suns

punch holes, tearing,

fighting for attention

in the dark.

It is all

black and white

as night falls.

 

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