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Saturday, February 12, 2011

THE COLOR OF DUSK AT THE EDGE OF A FIELD

by Michael H. Brownstein

Carnival's dusty
oranges' yellow fading fast
bedrock, salt and water,
a snag among trees,
a tree among snags,
the wind pouring swiftly,
rain blowing past.

Cloud storms ending,
thunder could not last,
bedrock, salt and water,
torn roots in the water,
a water of torn roots,
wind mist and drizzle,
rain whimpers past.

Mud of evening,
orange yellow's shadow cast,
bedrock, salt and water,
fallen leaves with branches,
branches with fallen leaves,
the wind tired sore,
rain passed.

1 comment:

  1. Another wonmderful poem by Michael H. Brownstein. I actually check in to read his work. Please, please, please keep him coming.

    Kim

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