Orange and blue flames indicated
my entry into your atmosphere.
Clouds caught fire as I fell,
yet I showed no fear.
Blue and green oceans
shimmered crystal clear.
Golden retrievers flickered silver
as they patrolled and chased deer.
Feet to earth, each step weighed its worth.
Sword drawn, in case any skeletons decided
to step forth. Palm pressed to the stones of your castle walls,
the vanguards saw my eyes and felt my cause.
The doors parted, allowing my journey to come
to an end from whence it started.
Face to face, my heart surrendered
the world and offered its depths,
heights, lefts, rights and all of the above.
An auburn smile was returned,
in the simple form of love.
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Kale Sinclair
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
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lovely