Late Afternoon Sun

The late afternoon sun lopes
up the road like a mad Labrador,
nips at the flanks of jogger
before startling three cats into cover
below porches and behind
cone-capped roses, before darting
across the T intersection,
filthy with oil, and into the old
graveyard with its tall pines,
several new holes and plastic carnations,
then veers into the stubble field
where the black heifers,
made golden in this madness,
lift their heads to the opening
moon as the late afternoon sun
leaps and shreds off a hunk of it.

Image: Eirene Thoms on Unsplash

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