One Long Ray
One long ray of sunlight
gleams 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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