sun
set
sky
strafed
purple
hills etched
souls
stir
rise
indiscriminately
waving goodbye
others
who care
look
and see
while
others
careless
pale
vacuous irides
blinkered
to wonderment
tap
their canes
jealous
of worn shoeleather
souls
stir
and rise
happily
irradiated
then
like mist
drift
returning to the earth
1900, Friday,
21 9. 12
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