blues at sunset
blues at sunset
sun through the trees
like light that glows behind a thin dress
my women are in the limbs
my errors in the branches
spaces in between all my missed chances
missed chances with names
spaces built on slight frames
glowing until days last lonely light
their faces at sunset
glow through the trees
images that blow in on a breeze
discounting missed chances
and errors i've made
i sit watching trees from a stool in the shade
lost loves close calls
a breeze through the branches
backed by the sun still looking for answers
duncan