An energy finds itself, pink above the earth
and lovingly puts another day, in a succession of days, to sleep.
This particular beauty, like the beauty of this day, will not relive itself.
It is now but a thought and a memory, escaping to the place where
rainbows hide themselves after the storm.

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The view from my front yard of the sunset