The Fires of the Evening

A Poem by Howie Good

I like how your legs
wrap around me
like the last beautiful evening,

how I’m the day world
delving into shadow,

how,

when we toss
like a small green boat
on a vast yellow sea,

everything is bathed
in red violet.

(Editor’s note: in the spirit of giving, I feel the following is important: a link to one of Howie Good’s favorite charities, The Crisis Center, Birmingham, Alabama: https://sites.google.com/site/rhplanding/howie-good-dreaming-in-red)

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