It is an old sky
I see
when my work is
done
and I’m walking
home
under purple and
orange.
It has done its
work,
supporting the
sun
and, for a brief
time,
a shower of no
consequence
except to green summer
lawns
and a pair of
lovers
who kiss in the
twilight
that will become
their lives
three or four
decades from now.
The sky is
rolling over, retired,
an old man in bed
who is hoping
that his next dream
is not wrapped
in sleep, but reality
raised to a
higher pitch,
an exponent of
the world
and the bargain
he upheld since dawn.
~William Hammett
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