When the sun paints the sky

The blue’s ablaze

fiery strokes of red and orange

as the sun bids a daily farewell.

 

Long brushstrokes on a canvas

of wispy clouds, a persian tapestry

for a rising crescent

grinning in its wake.

 

‘Soon in its shadow I will get brighter

and inspire in the coyote

a serenade

echoing through my solemn brood’

 

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