2017’s First Sunset

The underbellies of the clouds glow

sherbert pink, and I long for the slow summer days –

minutes that melt in salt spray

and seaweed strewn beaches.

 

Across the street, a chimney puffs

mist that smells like burnt pine;

I can almost hear the searing pop!

that echoes in the open woods.

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