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View From A North Window

For a moment, the sun
on a red barn, dying,
on dry fields still as a gold death-mask
warmed yellow only to the eye
beneath the winter-prophesying sky,
before night's shadow gathers the last straws
of afternoon to its scrawny breast;
the sun on a red barn, dying,
resurrects a lone child, playing.

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Anjana Aravind 01 June 2006

Beautiful imagery Anjana

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Sonny Rainshine 12 May 2006

Potent imagery, lovely word-picture. '...last straws of an afternoon'...very nice.

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