Sandra Fowler

Rookie (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

Something So Fine

You must not look at me in failing light.
The measure of the moment is too bright.
The cold, gold sunset hurts my eyes tonight.

I will not listen to those panes of gray.
Touch was so articulate that day
The smoke of ironweed warmed resolve away.

Your West Virginia face was poetry.

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