Sundown LandfallKnife edged the horizon cuts
the slate blue of a sundown sea
as only a dry norther can.
Cloud enter my view to left
a deeper grey with blushing edges.
To my right tawny mountains
void of vegetation sawtooth to the shore.
The green to port and red to starboard
means I’m returning once again.
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2018-09-30 at 00:45
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