Our fickle yolk takes center stage
atop cerulean coastal mountain plains.
Hastily it dissipates and spreads
its fiery golden legs on the horizon.
With this comes a climax
carving out relief for centuries gained
and centuries that remain
grieving a future reflex.
The range grows dark and bluer yet
as the hue of our flame stays
fevered on it’s silhouette.
Somewhere – beyond where eyes can reach it,
a westward star sinks deepest
into Pacific Ocean beaches.

Published by Jen Scholten

Jen remains curious and inspired by all ventures unfamiliar and unconventional. A transplant from Grand Rapids, Michigan, she continues her creative discovery in an artistically inclined community of dreamers. She functions with a background in photography and an insatiable desire to express her swirling thoughts through wordplay.

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