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Thinking of My Friend at Dusk

If you were here, I would say to you, Look!Look through the window at that cloud, the way it puffs joyfully up, glowing rose-gold abovewith its lavender underbelly, how its purple is reflected on the snowy rooftop, and the sky, how it glows, too, nursery blue and pink,as if the clouds teach it to soften…
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Ghost Moon and I Staring in Awe at the Changing Leaves

Ghost moon hangs suspended, translucent in the autumn sky, content as we–mortal, fading, too– to rest, breathless, watching the trees array themselves in the mantle of brilliance only allotted them for this brief season.
