These soft hours,
The color of blurred pebbles
And wan sand,
Are an old worn fringe
About the breasts
Of the mellow afternoon.
The lilac lake
Is a saucer-thin-
Burdened with faint blue rings.
The brown velvet dog
Is a curved attitude
Upon the lawn.
Jagged in the black tree-lines
The frayed sun languishes-
A pale pink poppy
Grown too large.
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