the last day of the sun
has risen
now
in the new year
across the earth’s dry throat
a rumbling
at the foot of my bed appears
blossoms
petals shatter
into
and out of
memories
and dreams rain
down
dusty light
in silence
blue and grey
mute violets
drift slowly
heavy
steady
sorrow
a lunar tide
of smoke
below;
fresh
new
yellow and white
powder in the sky
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