The ship with orange sails
stands out among the rest.
Perhaps whoever chose them
wanted them to match their destination—
the horizon, or a harvest of sunsets
always ending, like we were.
Cinder, smoke, ashes. Storm jibs
in a haze of primrose promises
clutched like a fading pulse—
a final tremor against the bright, dying sun.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Wonderful, really love the visuals it creates with the orange and warmth then turns so unexpectedly spiraling down to a flame of ashes. Amazing
ReplyDeleteJennifer, this is so visually lovely - the orange sails "......a harvest of sunsets, always ending, like we were...." Wonderfully done.
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