{"sf1_id":1520409,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Ruby, AZ","author":"DrRayneBell","words":62,"posted_at":"2019-12-07T13:47:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","arizona","literature","ruby"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1520409-ruby-az","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1520409","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1520409\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#23 of Poetry c.2019\n\nA very small poem about a very small place.","content":"Ruby, Arizona\n\n* * *\n\nCanter on the cusp of freezing mornings,  \nwhile on the distant mountain stormings,\n\nI see upon the ridge a brand new day,  \nwithout God's own explicit say.\n\nI can feel the warmth of it on my face,  \neven when it's left without a trace;\n\nCan I count myself among tomorrow,  \nas the sun with all its sorrow?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}