light of day:: november
another revolution, the turning of darkness to light and back again
notice the pools of light,
the reflections and shadows
wake.
shining remarkably bright,
a moon deep in the western sky
the sun rises to the east
black branches are gold
those early hours and last of the day
have changed
it plays on the curls of her hair
it pools and sparkles on the fonds of a palm
shadows roll out long, cool, blue
western silhouettes against an illuminated belt of gold
and so it goes
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