Many Evenings

September 29, 2017

Many evenings

I find myself running after the sunset

Chasing the sky, barefoot.

Bounding through yards

With the grass tickling my feet,

And down streets and sidewalks

With the pavement ripping my toes open,

Because putting on shoes could cost me

Many evenings

I make it to the street corner

To gaze at the cloudy upper atmosphere

As it changes,

From golden yellow to tangerine

From orange-red to ash rose

From sapphire to blue-violet

And the stars peek at me as I walk home.

And many evenings

I am too late.

Time has slipped away from me,

And I am left to journey homeward

In the chilly, pitch black night.


This is how life is.

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