​We drove – 

On back roads

Watching the sunset, 

Behind those anonymous hills

Arguing the impact on the sky

‘Blood red’ or

‘Zesty orange’ – 

A matter of perspective – 

Perhaps. 

And as I brush with my past, 

Your hand brushes my thigh, 

Like a painter, 

Restoring an old painting 

To new life. 
Kevin Brown © 05.07.2016

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