The Creation of Evening, in Spindles and Spirals
THE CREATION OF EVENING, IN SPINDLES AND SPIRALS
As the snaking vapors of bubbling
Evening air drift over the
Lavender hue of the fading
Trail of the day’s Titan.
The twist of memory
In patches of rosemary,
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