After Noon

The sun hangs heavy in the western sky,seeking refuge behind darkening clouds.Deep blue hugs the heated curves of light,bending them as the tree limbs shroudwet layers of green water and dark shore.It is unmotivated, waiting for guidance,attempting a slow, gradual retreat towardthe soft pink fingers of twilight’s expanse.The pull is too great.  The orb, sinking…

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