June 19th
And the orange setting sun
reflects off the cross of Jesus Christ,
not more than a half a mile away,
against yellow waves of clouds and blue.
Shapes of trees and leaves,
shapeless whorls of smoke rising,
as a lake of sky turns purple.
Black silhouetted clumps of maiden grass,
framed by old oaks, maple and pine,
condensing the world to a circle of five feet.
Flames lick and dart.
Fireflies dance.
Venus and Jupiter become one.
And a terrifying sound of gunshots echo across the land.
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