the quarter moon... the vibrant, larger than life Feb. moon that has been frolicking with Venus, of late so full of radiance in its shadows, that craters and lakes are visible to the naked eye this clear evening well, that same moon is chasing the setting sun this very moment a sun that lights the underbelly of a passing dove in its waning orange glow last season/year seedlings still cling to the now bare branches as fluorescent green grass sprouts from a rare recent rain and all is rustled by a gentle, cool breeze as earth rotates a bit it is that magical dusky moment that i love perhaps most...of the day and a rarer moment, i have to enjoy it this way sparrow position themselves for the evening in the neighbors orange tree amid this seasons blossoms and last seasons fruit the alleyway electric poles peer like crosses through another neighbors thinned Pepperberry tree and i like the whitened, weathered piece of driftwood before me succumb to another waning evening my thoughts on fire like the Gladiolus blooms
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