It is this luminosity, my dear,
Of the gilded leaves in the sun.
The magic eye promptly catches
A silver flicker, a yellow transience.
A palliative to the chemical pain
In variously knotted entrails and
The reddish tinge in eye-whites.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
As the sun rises a warm glow envelops the bush and the tree
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