7.19.2013

Crepuscular

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The jealous sun hangs heavy upon the day
Even the clouds are fain to give him mask
I paint, I mow the blades of brazen grass
Briefly now in the evening's half-lit shade.

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