The half-lit wilting and leafless white Birch
against the pink and gray Pinatubo sunset,
their fragile contrast to the skyline like haggard wraiths.
We sit on a cement bench on the shore of the artificial lake
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Great imagery. The rhythm in right tunes to please the reader.....
George...nice imagery leading up to my favorite preoccupation-deception/self-deception; how could we live without it. And if it wasn't for poets like you maybe we wouldn't know the difference. Yeah, you want us to know the difference...good work here.
This word painting would hang in a frame on every heart wall.