Have you heard …

Flames
Sparks
In a blue fireplace
Logs hold embers
though some have gone out
or dimmed.
Brilliant shades of orange
yellow
pink
purple
blue
Cool grays
and the smooth, even black
behind the sparkling embers.
Puffs rise and smell of fire
carrying with them
that dead flame
known as
ash.
Warmth fills the room
except the very
back
corners
where it is cold
and dark.
One spark
Two sparks,
spit out by the fire
fading
in the corners,
flecks of gold
in the darkness

Sun sets
Turquoise sky
City buildings, city lights
city eyelids
Brilliant shades of orange
yellow
pink
purple
blue
Cool grays
and the solid black towers
with their busy, glowing windows
Pink clouds in the distance
merely reflections…
The sky is lit,
radiant,
alive,
a cerulean boundary
between day
and night.
Diamond stars
in a sapphire sky
barely visible
from the light
of the twilit city

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