Covid Sunset

Covid Sunset

…The sky is alive
with the sun. Light rays reach
for flat cotton hovering above fields
in the distance.

I step outside—peer past neighborhoods
of perfectly spaced roofs. Rows of houses
with people inside, together or alone.
Light curtsies to her dark lover
and blushes. I watch their embrace
and am swaddled in insignificance.
I’m always halfway home

here. I sip from a full cup
as a chorus of colors
follows the sun’s slide
out of view.

About ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I travel. But mostly I just write poetry...
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