Cemetery Sunset
shadows
shave lichen from stones,
as they lounge on the praised dead,
comfortable on a chaste green sward
glazed by the silence of winter.
somber with ease,
oranges and yellows reach lazy paws,
the outskirts of a carnelian cat.
slowly, ever so much,
its claws bleed epitaphs
into the slouching cusp of dusk.
and then
the metamorphosis of night
bold as an odalisque, ravenous and disdainful,
lounges on a brimming bed of stars.
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