Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago

Smoke

In the mysterious heat haze all shimmers,
And seems lost in the fond memory of fire,
Until stars shine through in night glimmers,
And beauty birds sing invisibly upon a wire!

Darkly mingling in dusky evening black magic,
And caressing the moon in heaven bound pursuit,
The whole world distorted by plumes so thick,
As the vibrancies of summer sunshine go mute!
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