the pale light of late day
softens
our face,
the violet
glow of a long September
sun
stripes us in yellow
and shadow.
we want to bottle these times.
catch them
in a glass jar,
save them for when things
are not so good,
when love
and peace are nowhere near,
but left
someplace in the past,
someplace
so long ago and very far.
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