Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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A morning pink comet
streaks the sky from left to right
the sun still floating up
the mountain’s eastern ridge
reaches up to slit the tail
its beam sharp enough
to cut through falling silk

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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