Sunset Poem #1225

Every sun
set is divided
by the number of cities
that stand witness to its descent

This one takes
      place at the Gorge
Lindsey wants to stretch
      out along the thin red line
between the umbrage of land
and the impenetrable nacre of cloud

The picket fence guards the edge
      of the world
      we wait
for the sun to perish
and the subtle sounds
      to begin

-- Anthony Cristofani