Orange Castle

When the sun falls, lint, like some strange glitter,
dusts the round of our shoulders, and settles
in the space between us, fills comfortable
silence with shadow, wind, and ginger,
bands our time together an orange ribbon.
You and I, a slow fold, dressed in sunset.

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Categories: Poetry, Reflection, Writing

2 Comments on “Orange Castle”

  1. Elan Mudrow
    September 29, 2014 at 3:23 pm #

    Nice poetry! I liked it a lot. More please.
    check out:
    passiontorn.wordpress.com

    • September 29, 2014 at 3:29 pm #

      Well thank you! And yes, more to come…

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