Poetry: Winter Sunset

Winter Sunset
sun setting at three pm
getting ready for bed
shade drawn on 
the west window
conversation bouncing
off hard wood
spoons clink in
bowls of white
does the sun 
hear my pen 
scrape across the page
can the woman
with red hair 
hear the bubbles 
sparkle in my cup
It is implied

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Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws lives in the Pacific Northwest. She is a published poet, currently working on a series of short stories. For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions.

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