The clouds in White Center:
Charbroilled smoke
from Zippy’s Giant Burgers,
altocumulus hued pink
from the first real sunset.
It seems flatter here.
The mountain peak
hogs the view down
certain streets, and in
the parking lot one over,
an argument,
a dog barks incessantly–
no, they might have been
agreeing, loudness
skewing immediate
perceptions, the air
just after sunset tinted
like a window, not quite
night yet, but everything
softening, and I know
they call this place rat city,
but tonight it’s almost
pretty. No, it is, really,
there’s no monopoly
on beauty, you find it
where you will.
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Love that quick-step internal rhyme/rhythm toward the end. As always, nice imagery. Love the whole dog conversation strand. Beautiful, really meaningful end. So nice to return to my Reader and catch up.
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so many internal rhymes are of the ‘poet and didn’t even know it’ variety but glad that it worked 🙂
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Boy, is that true!
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“…you find it where you will.” So true!
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and it’s almost better when it comes as a surprise
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