There is no breadth or width
to design the unknown frames
that turn into the grandest of light.
This certain swell of mystery
becomes the surrounding;
natural as the channeling rays
baptizing day's many colorful passages -
gentle and torrid
late afternoon displays
its final bow -
passersby huddle…to watch a dying sunset.
Brian's Choice T Contest March 24, 20202
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