Where I’m sitting I can’t see the sun beginning to set;
but I can see its glow on your face.
Your eyes are full with the fires of the
setting sun.
And you can hear the birds as they sing
goodnight.
You can’t see the fire that I lit by
against the wall behind you, but you can hear its cackle.
Later, once the sun has set you will see
its glow on my face.
Its sparks reflected in my eyes.
If you choose to look.
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