Illumination
by C.S. Scotkin
Late again,
arms filled with
necessary stuff.
Neighbors,
on lawns
open mouths.
Strange light
we view as with
unearthly lens
Nature reflects
golden sky
unsullied
by any thought
of blueness.
We reflect,
Our skins,
alien hue
illuminated
from without.
alas, not
from within.
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