Winterscore ©
Saturday, February 13, 2016
The sun sets behind me
The sun sets behind me
Gold and photographic
Black fireworks of birds fly
Free above the traffic
Hinged on a daily life
A box full of matches
Each lighting the next one
Until the door latches
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