L'aura del Campo

Sunset enters the shop

To make love on Les Champs Elysées... You'd say we must be in France. I'd retort, I see London.



Sunset enters the shop

Low slant of sun
lighting the depths of shops
our inner search for thoughts.
We sit cloistered behind books
oblivious of the setting day.

Brightness shifts to a different shade
illuminates the heart, six petaled flower,
blooming courage in the orange dying rays
that seek to enter the keyhole of existence.

Shadows fade, the veil softens
between the halves of night and day
and gloaming descends upon shops
and the inner glow of lanterns.

© Kåre Enga 2001-04-23 [168.47]



I was sitting in the Break Espresso with the sunset illuminating the interior.

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