By: Deborah Buchanan

Deborah Buchanan — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 02:45:52 +0000

The sun’s colors lie over the darkening Coast Range,
blue still high in the vault, black at the far edges,
and as it settles over the mountain peaks a deeper red blazes, flickers,
then exhausts itself into a shimmering yellow so translucent
it becomes white, clear like water, and water runs through my fingers,
our hands open wet with the thin membrane that separates us—
we are burned by smoldering coals, then bleached
into the thin yellow line of color we hold between us.

By: Patricia Caspers

Patricia Caspers — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 15:22:01 +0000

This is just what I needed to read today. Thanks!

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By: Deborah Buchanan

By: Patricia Caspers