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Poem by Su Red


Sunrise, Sunset

The night owl,
my eyes only caught
sunrise a few times
in my life.
That urgent memo
that hours await,
Hell or holy, our choice.

Sunset I prefer.
Whether hours past
were blessed or stressed,
this giant orange ball
slowly drops,
a New Day’s Eve.
Celebration of quieter moments,
spent dancing with my
fluorescent muses in
the dark alleys of my mind.


Photography © Su Red
Photography © Su Red


Su Red is an artist of various mediums, currently residing in the NYC area. You can see more of her work here.



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