An easy undulating line of ridge
which distance amplifies how far away
it stretches out to thought as would a bridge
across a river or an inlet or a bay
westward seeking easily, this sunset
reminding me what light is lost each day.
Such moments briefly beautiful and yet
a world brightly battered, dark as blood
and shining like a badge, I can’t forget.
Whose honors now come to mind, a flood
of images, fiery as old faces,
as memories in March when flowers bud.
Come what come beauty in such vast spaces
fades like Winter dusk and leaves no traces.
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