A Spanish Sun
Saffron light dipped and angled down
the stairwell of an abandoned train station
in such a way that one might think
God put Picasso in charge of painting
the sun-baked afternoon.
The amber hue on earth
was a sharp contrast
to his Blue Period sky.
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