Last Sunset 2016

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Last Sunset  of 2016

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Blue September….

When distance is hard to judge,

Flesh becomes ethereal,

Transparent, blue.

The air has a liquid quality….

Movement a buoyant heaviness.

There is pressure from everywhere,

An undulating gravity.

The trudging of Agawela has sedate grace,

And tears become lost in the falling darkness.

I drink Blue September of the Sapphire Night.

ⓒ Bearspawprint 2013

Agawela = Old Woman