Summer Evening

The sun stared at me

Twinkling behind

The old green leaves

Late summer leaves

Almost autumn leaves

A great rusty golden orange

Settling between the trees

Look away, the sun said

Embarrassed and confident all at once

Look away

Look away

Look away

Shining ever harder as if

Daring me to keep looking

But I didn’t look away

I stared at the sun and the sun stared at me

But you’re beautiful, I said

I would rather go blind looking at you

Than not look at all

And the sun blushed

And the sky turned pink

And the trees whispered between themselves

And finally I looked away

Half a tear clung to my cheek

And the sun twinkled

And the sun smiled

And I walked back down the road.

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