99poems/newview

Finally, I love
my new view.
a longer view
which takes in
the mountain.
I cannot see
the sunset,
but the vanishing
hope of it
when the sun slides
behind the hill.

4 p.m. in winter.
Our little town
wrapped in a gray.
It’s bad feng shui
I think,
the way the mountain
swallows the sun.
An unnatural act,
not to know sunrise
and sunset.
The body looks around
for something it
cannot find because
it does not understand
what it has lost.

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