a red sky washed the solemn glade
after the rain dissolved the dust
then amber fingers pierced the bellies
of retreating black and cobalt clouds
and the purple of dusk washed down the sky
revealing the stars as though
someone had poked holes in a screen
the trees shook the droplets
from green leaves in a breeze
so the earth could drink
and the whole night sighed
as it settled to sleep in the grass
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