One Long Ray
One long ray of sunlight
gleans down on the back porch
and rests in the eyes of gardenias.
The day is dying
piece by piece
until the light absorbs itself
behind the purple horizon.
The white hooded milk of the moon
is sneaking in like dandelions sprinkling
the yard mustard yellow.
Crickets are playing their shrill violins-
the symphony glides on tender earlobes
and appears to never rest.
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