The sunset splashes honey colors wide
and floods the valley floor with golden light.
It laps the mountains on the other side
before it circles down the drain of night.
Upon the dark blue dusk, the moon floats high,
adrift within the last of twilight’s glow.
Too early for the stars to fleck the sky,
the city lights take up the task below.
I’m one such light, now flowing through a stream
of weekday traffic like a shooting star.
By merest chance, I caught this evening's dream
because I had to navigate my car
from basketball to piano for my son.
Thank heaven for the errands I must run.
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