James Zoller
For a moment the straight western sun, burning in the treetops, strikes west-facing slopes opposite setting reds aflame, burnishing gold until it nearly blinds, warming orange and brown, this whole world filled, unspeakably, with fire. And I, unsentimental man that I am, I, who have been looking for a way, I who have wanted words for love, for you, who have felt, now, my heart opened and opening, who would bring you here with me, I, who would say this is what love must mean, who would say foolish things, I find myself doubly at a loss, having seen heaven, alone. ~~~~~ Next: Bottle
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