Sun slowly slides through western sky
preened for the eve in peach and gold.
Full moon appears in a gauzy pink shirt
to flirt across the deep blue vault;
two star-crossed lovers, unable
to conquer the sky that divides them,
caught by chance in this fleeting dance—
a very tenuous relationship at best
as moon rises in the east,
and sun sets in the west.
© Ginny Brannan 2019
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