The light of day's end
brings out the sandy
grit of the arid
landscape.
The light of day's end
matches & compounds
the color of the
desiccated vegetation.
The light of day's end
turns the world
into someplace new --
somewhere I've never
been before.
My body knows this is
nothing like Mars;
my mind does not.
low Winter sun
stripes the forest floor
with long shadows.
late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.
legs in leaf litter,
garden lanterns catch light
that pierces bare woods.
The train is speeding down the line.
Gold Buddha glints in the sunshine.
Jarring is the train whistle’s whine,
we plunge into a dark tunnel.
once a day
light from the setting sun gleams
off the gold Buddha,
and shines through a window
across the boulevard.
understory thrives:
light plants & shadow plants
each finds its place.
Autumn sunlight
strikes dry pampas grass
and it flares gold.
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