Thursday, September 8, 2011

Sandspit sunrise

What I saw first was this --
the curling edges of the clouds
etched bright pink
against the darkened sky --
but then the golden circle
spilled its blood red ink
across the water
igniting their blue thoughts
which burned -- first red, then gold,
then ashes, fading as she rose,
drifting apart like nightmares
dancing, golden, into dawn.

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