Sitka Sunset
Pink and sallow lemonade, marmalade and tangerine…
Explodes the Alaskan expanse - a slice of apple pie.
Apt U.S.A. hurray! My fanfare-fire flowers are serene.
Listen closely to the swoosh, the Sitka sunset in the sky.
Soothing to the mind, mind you, mindlessly-aware.
What dreadful daylight masks my delightful heights.
No matter the wildlife on land and sea, there is no scare -
the city’s eyes propped up-pop at Aurora-Borealis lights.
Kayaks fill the moony-eyed twilight, oars in dreamy seas.
With no cares at all, sunset-soaked, so cool the dark.
Cool as blueberry ice…dive right in. Feel Tlinget breeze.
Meet the humpback in the clouds, and spear a shark.
I just wish I could lean upon the mountain tops.
Perhaps I can, in daydreams, when no man is looking.
I’d look around then tap my toe in puddles on rooftops;
and peak in doors and windows to see what’s cooking.
But, the place I’m drawn to as the moon turns to silk
and the stars line up like the Rockettes in New York city -
my home sweet home…I’ll never leave it - sweet milk
splashed with sighs - Sitka atmosphere, fervently pretty.
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