The Close Of Summer Vespertine Poem by Jeff Rushton

Colors of purity
Residue of rains reflecting viscosity
Beyond the epenthesis of words, unworthy even of the jest
Visages above change shape, color and beauty enough for our love
Eyes become weary, but only in the gormandizing trance of visual beauty
Hubris deservingly owned by one who is so shortly dethroned
The center of this irrefragable mental interjection
A sample of oxygen with two siamese twins, cockalorum
Vertical 45 degrees
Decorum.