twilight …
the most brief and breathtaking of anchors to a single moment
the most colorful of goodbyes from the loving sun.
geese in their pointed mass ride the crimson, into gold and the deep azure beyond
they surf the sky, marking the passing of Earth’s endless turn
their conversations grow softer, the colors fade, a slow swallow by the blackness
the procession will repeat tomorrow, yet never the same as the last
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