As the evening sun slants downward, I am painting
A friend's gilded marshes & bay.
One guest pounds his beliefs with no heed to mine.
I shelve it fine until his exuberance of epiphany clashes
With mine of 1/6.
Perhaps I should have as rudely declared my version,
No, but could've said, "I'm not up to this conversation
At any time."
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