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Summer Dusk

Above horizon, phosphorescent moon
Flares evening silence over rose-maroon
Remaining haze from heat of noon.
Stars glint through opalescence, sparkle soon.

Car traffic thins but brightens, blaring lamps
Past evening silhouettes, down freeway ramps,
And into distant neighborhoods like camps
Recalling day’s alliances, now strewn.
Posted 05/30/14
from Wildfire, Candleflame (Rose Alley Press, 2005)
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