Idaho Sunset
Slate sky
streaked with a painter's acid dream
caresses the mountains, bleeding on their peaks.
Cloud curtains
lower, then rise, on an ever-changing
psychedelic happening,
but
fracturing fingers
of darkness pierce the canvas,
draining the colors,
drawing the curtains closed.
07/2015
Copyright © Mary Rotman | Year Posted 2015
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