The World Changed
The world changed tonight
and changes still.
Water, sky and setting sun
cycled through countless colors
that have no names.
From the creek mist rose
under the iron trestle bridge.
A small boat scraped up on
the gravel shore.
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Ithaca College Dept. of Writing
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