Blossoming Sunset

Lake Sarnen, Switzerland

Fell asleep

beneath your fallen boughs,

woke with luck at

dusk.

The thickest air,

my private patio,

your fallen black and blue,

a perfect towel,

for lounging

in the setting sun,

my pool.

Forgetting pride,

within your shadow

I reveal what poets

hide.

My verse,

a final minty kiss

on scarred higher ground.

My hands

caress the hillside’s

flushed, sunburnt neck.

Then, I turn and face,

a blossoming sunset.

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