A narrow rectangle opens up the sky—a shy, brief hole in the clouds where the rosy fire of the sun like a polished ruby at dusk appears—criss-crossed by sturdy bands of cloud.
It stays to say its final goodbyes before sinking, sinking, so quickly—like a stone to the bottom of the river.
And the sky closes up behind it, [...]
Archive for October 9th, 2006
Sundown
Posted in Language, Writers & Writing on 9 October, 2006 | 1 Comment »
