Those Nights Were Unfinished Suns
dab and strain
casting hues behind silhouette tree tendrils
pinks slide effortlessly into ambered oranges
clouds splice and span
in whispered wisps
straggles of reddened blacks
Tetris shapes cut the horizon shadows
and night holds its note
in frozen hurt
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