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sunset reflection (2)

seduced by the flaming
brilliance of the horizon,
as the sun goes down,
splendid with sadness,
mourning the day,
relinquishing glory.

this wordsworthian
dissolves into the ocean,
which holds a while longer
the memory of burnished gold;
as your retina still carries
the imprint of light
when you close your eyes.

the edges of everything
are blurred by dusk,
as if god sought to childproof
the sharp corners of the world.
the day, unseized,
becomes the morrow.