of the shining city on the hill,
the city with the streets of gold
high on the horizon on the mountainside
the sun a flaming ball perched there
with tongues of orange and yellow,
rich crimsons and purples on the hills,
the living clouds
as the sunset filled
my peripheral view
Seared into my memory
of the beauty of the moving color
the fleeting scene
before it fell behind the distant hills
melting into the darkening sky
December 11, 2006 21:55
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