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rose-gold

i am comfortably coaxing fragments of a past self, into the present.
crescent eyelids, closing. a slow exhaling.
two hummingbirds hover by the kitchen window,
bathed in the rose-gold evening glow
of southern california, in late october.
coconut dahl simmers on the stove.
i am softly falling,
i have waited for this.

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