Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
The Setting Sun
The sun sets in the lake
burning a fiery path
across the water
still echoing afternoon fun
on sand beaches.
The cast of the sky
prepares to emerge
yet the sun teases its embers
turning your skin
to reflections of fire.
But it sets and soon
a faint aureola outlines
the obliqueness of the
surrounding mountains
and the water licks darkly.
Moths like ghosts and
nervous bats now replace
daytime's swallows to
hunt nocturnal prey.
Constellations appear
and a satellite slowly
traverses the sky
burning a casual path.
Far off, loons mock the sun
yet wail grief at the
nightly desertion.
They beak mad buffoonery
eulogizing the melted ball.
c. 1980 Rita Rosenfeld
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