(for KFL; 02.14.27 –  01.24.01)

 

Sunday sunrise
the sky more brick than crimson
sailor takes warning

he stands at the spot
stares at all the pretty grass
no one’s ever home

sailor sails away
in search of sunset’s delight
but finds no harbor

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(For this week’s prompt, “Crimson“, at: ONE SINGULAR IMPRESSION.)