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| Image from The Sunrise Blogger |
Driving down the arrow-straight road
I'm blinded by the sudden flash
in my rear-view mirror.
The burning disc,
orange flame
rises over low eastern hills,
I look away
into the dim west,
to the moon,
setting cool and deep,
hovering low
over Jamison Canyon,
soft
in the blue morning.
It was smaller
when I saw it last night
hanging high
over my gleaming roof.
Then the moon owned the night
and drenched the grey lawns
with mystic light
transformed
our pale houses,
into windy mythic temples,
sheltering whispering shades.
Now the fierce sun claims
his wide, waiting world
as the supple moon
coolly descends;
But for a moment
across the brightening sky,
they gaze like lovers
from horizons in equilibrium,
in this perfect movement
of time.
(12/21/2010)
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