A sunset purifies
all it touches,
cities crumbling
into ancient hillsides,
quarries gouged
from the eyes of earth,
old freighters
out on the great lakes,
tenements that stink
in the noon-day sun,
big highways, bad bridges,
graveyards that ache
with the bones of
too many soldiers,
and every prayer
thrown after it
like petals to the sea.
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