Friday, February 21, 2020

Listen to the Sunset

I watched the deer
watching me in the field
we were watching each other
and after a while
the mother deer said to me

"Watch the sky
listen to the sunset"
and they quit watching me


and turned their backs to me
and so I watched the sky and
I listened

Hearing nothing
I climbed up the hillside
to watch the sky a little longer
and I listened a little more closely

Soon, the sky turned 
from blue to yellow
to amber to gold
and then ever-darkening
shades of bronze
which finally gave over
to a deep, soft violet

I'm not sure if I ever heard
anything
and maybe that was the point

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