The setting sun painted the sky red

Shadows stretched along the dirt path

The river was calm underneath that wooden bridge

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I looked out toward the distance

Toward the horizon

Where a figure should have been

Was it the glare of the setting sun

Was it the haze of the summer day

Was it my fatigued, unfocused mind

That caused me to not see anything

Tomorrow as well…