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Magenta Road

I’m on the magenta road.
(Thank god for The Fauves)
This days closes behind me,
ending in a period called dusk
when darkness sprinkles stardust onto light.
It comes and so must go
Slow down and watch its ways.
It’s no secret, no one needs to crack a code.
I might even be up ahead,
Lying in a purple ditch below.

16 Feb 18

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