She blazes the savannah
casting her golden shadow
on the tips of the pines
and the hair of wildgrass
My scarlet jacket stands out like a rose in a bouquet of dandelions
sharpened
by her auric gleam radiating my
edges
All eyes are now drawn to the
crimson poet who is just
content to capture
the achromatizing
gloaming sunset.
Poetry
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