Shoulders of the Sun

It is early night.
One side of the sky
is bleached but
halted,
waiting
for the rose-gold light
to reach it,
to slowly catch
the edges of
the kindling,
the fibers curdled
to a red so dark
they are purple;
a coagulated flame
that simmers low,
held steady
on the shoulders
of the sun.

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Published on May 18, 2025 16:37
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