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
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