In mauve and pink,
The sky is setting, tonight
Into another morbid
City-lane.
In vivid, green and magenta,
Mushroom colours, a nighttime saga
Of cocktail parties and Marlboro lights.
People run into other people
And voices cut one another
Like fighting kites
On a sunny afternoon.
Like today’s past,
Except that such a sun
Now mourns for waters;
Inky for mauve
And trading blue for pink.
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