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| Night to Day and Back By Chris Crittenden |
the moon grins
like the last pixie
outside a cage
as Venus rides
a cortege
of immortal sparks.
purples
singe dews
that sprinkle dawn;
boughs sashay
with ardent
westerlies,
cool swoops
of cavalcade
ever to elope.
mountains
hug each others’ shadow
then retire,
pulling sheets of iron
over the pillow
of sunset;
crickets breathe
a romancer’s pulse,
the heart
of all escapades –
the moon goes wild again,
vixen of the chase,
eager to fly.
like the last pixie
outside a cage
as Venus rides
a cortege
of immortal sparks.
purples
singe dews
that sprinkle dawn;
boughs sashay
with ardent
westerlies,
cool swoops
of cavalcade
ever to elope.
mountains
hug each others’ shadow
then retire,
pulling sheets of iron
over the pillow
of sunset;
crickets breathe
a romancer’s pulse,
the heart
of all escapades –
the moon goes wild again,
vixen of the chase,
eager to fly.
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