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POEM TO THE SETTING SUN
Meet me where the sun dives Beyond the curving line, Where wind and sea and whispered dreams Are whisked away… whispered. Where light drifts down to a melted orange, Grey-brown, ink blue, black, ’Til the moon rises… glowing the wave tips, And quickening the eye of lovers On the sand.
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Take me to that place I’ll promise not to leave I’ll let it heal my wounded heart, Let it fill my sobbed out chest. But, why speak of pain?
Let Beauty have its way, As she does here, In this place. At the end of every day.
— Joe Kane
Coronado artist, author, musician June 14, 2022


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