Through the green gate grazes
the setting sun on pastures of blue.
Beyond the thicket wall spins
the world round its radiant hue.
Within, it is still across the garden
where I sit in evening repose.

This evening silent solace
serene in the last lights of day.
Let it stop that I may catch
the whirl, the wild, and the wind -
to see the green gate open 
on a world transfigured and reborn.
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Portland, Oregon - May 19, 2022