late afternoon knows

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sunlight thru the nose hairs of the old man
i did not see but had described to
me by a painter who is the mother/other of my kids

she will never sketch this scene
though damned i'd take the heck if she show brushstroke
contrarily fleshing out the hood river

first fridaystreet fair as she sells my jewelry
with teens flocking, locals swarming, tourists gawking,
and a guy who stops in the blocked off block:

late sun
suspended
in the vein ridden
septum of august of the spirit

her story, his nose, and my knows