Sunset Tales
An orange sun lands,
bursts of burnt orange flares
and the highway shimmers
gives up the heat of the day
flames still simmering
under the cracked blacktop.
Driving squint-eyed into a vivid afterglow.
I am taking pictures with my mind,
developing, downloading
filing away snapshots of
this weltering of light.
I have to get home
it's getting late
and I must show her
those images
while they are still fresh.
She will coo and ah
while I proudly relay
the best miracle of the day
only half believing me.
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