Sitka Sunset
The setting sun of Sitka cut through the sky
like a dull knife
to reveal a watercolor wash of bright colors
that lay upon a backdrop of blue canvas
where my eyes of wondrous wonder
sweeps across the sky
like a summer breeze bends meadow grass
to and fro
I see ships in the harbor bob up and down
in rhythmic motion, as they bounce against the dock
like two cymbals coming together
before the night crushes the sky's colored ash
in a display of darkness
that drapes the harbor in silence
as the sun disappears with the red-threaded horizon
5/17/23 contest Sitka Sunset
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