Amber Glass Evening
These deep summer days
turn opal toward evening,
then amber in a parting
of light and darkness.
There is a sureness
in the citron, a yearning
for the flames fanned
in the flickering children
dancing in tall blue-green weeds
as the last shadows of sun
turn lawn chairs to brass.
An obelisk of moon rolls
on the thick cloth sky
like an amethyst vase
arranged on tables with stars
like fruit and unmoving
grand parents sacred as artists.
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