Chimney Tops
Colors matter more in light.
Here comes a late day.
In it you realize you were wrong.
Mountains spoke to you.
"Never a dull image of God are you."
Evenings simmered around you.
You climb up here with me to the tippy-top
To see all that can be seen
Over our layered dreams.
Perhaps we shall learn
Summer's colors before the clock strikes thirteen.
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