blues at sunset

blues at sunset
sun through the trees
like light that glows behind a thin dress

my women are in the limbs
my errors in the branches
spaces in between all my missed chances

missed chances with names
spaces built on slight frames
glowing until days last lonely light

their faces at sunset
glow through the trees
images that blow in on a breeze

discounting missed chances
and errors i've made
i sit watching trees from a stool in the shade

lost loves close calls
a breeze through the branches
backed by the sun still looking for answers

duncan