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Jonathan Shayfer
Sunset
There are few things more sublime
than the quiet grandeur of a setting sun,
the dying stillness of a day,
breathing its last till the next dawn.
BOULES
Where pungent cheese, baguettes are sold,
where old men drink cheap potent wine,
and chide each other over games of boules.
Napoleon came and went with the wind
but village life goes on...
FIRE CAT
Heaven is a camp fire.
A splash of expendable whiskey
tempts the flames to leap higher,
while the spirit of a black and white feline
appears in the furnace.
Teaser and the Fire Cat
Spectres
They were just two builders on a roof,
but through the setting sun's filter,
they were so much more;
hazy, twisted spectres of light,
rock gods, dark angels even.
Grasp
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