Pinking

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Evening

sky aflame, pink

and red moments only,

ash grey settles in bare branches,

dying.

Night wakes with the stars’ cold fire,

moon pearl cool as water,

carp-quiet pools—

darkness.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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