while watching the fading glow of the sun in beacon hill park
late afternoon, over the olympic mountains,
snowy peaks hard over a darkening cloud bank
a pair of women, facing the colours,
wrinkles and glasses around their eyes
one in a shimmery green blazer, head in a loose black car
the other indistinct but turning bright eye
the one in green to the other
"life sure is good isn't it."
"uh huh, mmm", to the sun, eyes, alight
"it just keeps on coming."
and it was dinnertime and its only a month till christmas
and monday is tomorrow morning and month and duties and duties and
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