long sun
i see you in all corners of the sky
reaching into my eyes,
shield me, take me
to the edge of the world, along
crest and shallow of each mountain
lining our little bowl
valley of life,
the colors move white to purple
back to white
ripening with the evening
Time to time
even now
i think of you,
not in mourning
though this morning
you’d’ve liked the sun
warming the bellies
of nighttime clouds
a bright color
not orange or pink,
now the whole day
open, clouds left
you left
and here I am
not pink or orange
I am warming
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