... poetry ...

… sunset on the Pacific …

a round drop
of lava hangs
suspended

no wavering
no movement
just an invisible
descent

and without
warning
the sullen
horizon

opens its eager
mouth, letting loose
a fanfare of
pink and orange
and red and gray

and the perfectly
round orb
receives an edge

and
dips
lower

cut in half

then more
slices fall

then just a teardrop
of brilliant
light balancing
itself on the edge
of the world

is snuffed out

leaving only the dimming
remnants of a day
that will never, ever
happen again.

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