Her name was written on the sunset
In golden cloud letters
What a thing to have the sky advertise this woman
and the clouds dance and merge to exalt her
Yellow cast over the Dunedin beach
Their short summer
An orgasm of days
A broken name
A wistful afternoon
fragments of myself rising
becoming part of the overhead
ending in the day itself
Steep streets and powerful memories
make reality so intense
The golden sundown with the letters disappearing
Though I will know your name was once there
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