The Moment Returns

I’m driving through a small town and a sunset. The garage store has all I need, Gas, 2 sticks of beef jerky for the dog, some gum. Outside, the evening is settling, a sky-paint sinks within its canvas; soon there will be just ghosts in a pond of light. As I reach the car, the sky flares one last time, a shimmer of burnt orange, the streets rock gently under front porches. I have stood here gazing at all this suddenness before. Every small town reinvents its dream within a twilit history. A moment returns, drives past yet again. © 16 days ago