Sunset,
hot pink mauve
to Andy Griffith gray,
I sit Southern pecanned tree
the dusk.
All day today
was strange energy lanes.
Everything flew by,
but tandem something
wants us off the Road.
As if
something so other has finally come
but cannot land to stay.
So close
a stage window right beside you,
flying in Chaos,
like Dorothy
her neighbor in the sky.
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