West

I wrote this at work, with the taste of yesterday's sunset still on my tongue. My first submission to Dear Buzzle.
Evening falls like a shaman's skin
shaking out that supple leather
velvet indigo mingling cream
way out west we came
chasing dreams with supplicant hands
the biting shore of reality
slippery shining indistinct
this side of heaven

By Amanda Bell
Published: 7/31/2003		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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