Sun Down
The sun is blazing down now like a molten gold dubloon. The lake is calm and wears gold pounded thin
as tissue—like to gold embedded in blue Venetian glass tiles—the same
remarkable blue. What luxury to look out
upon the golden lake and to see the rose gold sun and a smudge of Paynes gray
along the horizon. The sun hangs above
the pier like a toy balloon slowly losing helium—sinking lower—lower then slips
away.
__Barbara Spring
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