The drowsy sun sits nestled
in its personal corner of the
western sky.
We drive savoring this orange
ball, smoky blue clouds
defacing it in a beautiful
way.
To be defaced and defamed
in a beautiful way takes
much effort.
We fail to find the thing
we sought at the mall,
this evening, so
we leave.
In the distance we see
an artificial beauty
against the evening
sky.
The little carnival has come
back to town for its
annual run.
The Ferris wheel lights,
emeralds and azure
topaz.
The wheel like life turning
slowly until the riders
get off.
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