"...the powdery glow floating
the street with evening—saffron, rose, sienna
bricks, matte gold, to be the good steam
clanking pipes, that warm music glazing the panes,
each fugitive moment the heaven we choose to make."
From "Suite for Emily" by Lynda Hull
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It's hard to find the time to stop and look at things, even in the middle of looking at things, especially in the middle of lots of looking at things.
But I did, there, in Sienna.
