By Donovan Westjohn
Sunset in December
Scurry of squirrels with mouthfuls ran towards aboriginal trees; Piqued tasteful of moonlit mystery entwine outside hatched tread, midnight blue peacock feathers flung- on scarlet macaw volcanic colored sky like a fan morph to gel wax. West coast ocean sputtered a washing machine dial set high seething against queens yellow orb splattered with passion. Translucent ghost trail out a Photographer on the tail-end of the year.
Gentle kisses on lemon grass. Her small pink spotted body crept, through the trellis cracks. Swish sway, her antennas nimble, yet with grace, tickled pink tulips, red roses, white lilies. Oh, her name is Valentine. Keeper of all gardens.
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