Flashes of a Crimson Sun
by Mark Fleisher

Spanish settlers called
the mountains Sandia–
watermelon in gringo lingo–
for when days retreated
from afternoon to dusk
the evening sun turned crimson
the color flashing across the valley
to the craggy peaks
whose crystals embedded
in the granite face
captured a riot of red
before the sun dropped
below the horizon
bidding farewell until morning


 


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