musings on yesteday’s sunset, seen driving down I75 (scribled on a reciept while driving)

Kemal’s wretched though amusing attempts at verse continue: I surveyed the setting sun Then the east’s dying embers Red and purple waves amidst a blue froth rippled in the middle spreading out in waves descending through the valley flanked with undergrowth horizon streaked with contrails high above the lazy haze this valley of soot retains […]