By Diane Webster
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Below the horizon the sun
reaches up to touch the clouds
once gray now brilliant
orange and red sands
splashing against the sky.
Then calm, fading
back to gray as the sun
emerges from below
in a hemisphere orb
scaring darkness
into stretched shadows
longing to merge again.
But patience…
Beneath gathers,
extends over the ground
toward a coaxing moon;
the sun descends with red
scratches on jet contrails,
and orange-cloud pools
flow into the night ocean,
echo in abandoned shell.
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