Twilight candles

In the sunlight evening
the farmer's wife's dress is a flame
dancing on a bed of white ash

A rake and a straw hat
in a field ringed by rising palms
their tomatoes are tiny sunlit moons
on drooping vines
that bow on graceful necks

to the dark earth.


Dave Migman

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