Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Turning Down the Day

The sun is slanting
into afternoon

turning down the day
soft as remembered laughter

distilled vigor
its orange ball
nestled in white crinoline
falls into magenta

I hear a dove
call three times
to the dancing tip of a tree

listening unplugged
melts the taciturn temper
of the last down sky

as a wilted spirit seeks to explain
the triumph

of one perfect rose.

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