even the waving blades of grass
have a reddened tint to eyes
upon deserting sun
to the south over the plain
copper base and satin azurite
leads up to the dark
to a scimitar of pearl alone
i wait for stars in air
so clear
i am alone
far from home and cold
a darker damask
comes soon
Authour's Note: Night falls, that is all, 'satin azurite' can be viewed as a pitiful attempt on my part to avoid on my part the word 'azure' or a curious double inversion, both would be correct.
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