it was a creamy and inevitable sunset
in the same erratic, capricious climate,
ragged, jagged rocks poised
an ironically sleek silhouette
atop the desert skyline,
i’ve always been fond of a poetic bookend.
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
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That last line got me. Many comparisons in this both both physical and metaphorical. I find myself drawn into productive thought whenever I read one of your works. Thank you. 🙂