obscure the horizon,
making the sky seem small.
Patchy, steel-on-violet
cloud canopy is gripped,
dragged horizontal,
catching beams of sunlight
scattering them
in a thousand different directions
of only one color.
Mid-April
unexpected goldburst of a cold sunset,
come too late:
soon, fall will arrive.
A sun so low,
squat buildings raised so high
that shadowed cast are long,
and the days short.
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