twin lights
higher than
the cirrus of 630a deep green almost black
it becomes the face
for these far away eyes
clouds frame
the perfect moment’s picture
all other thoughts drop
as quickly as these two appear
night of two lights beaming
stumbling over the blanket
dancing above the neighbors trees
two lights again becoming the night’s eyes
rarely these two lights nearly eclipse
a grand prix of thought leaving
skid marks on my mind
stopping starting enjoying
the painting in the sunset sky…
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