The light I wait for

There is this color that I wait for

when the time of day is right

Gold…just isn’t deep enough and honey is too dark I think

it is a kind of game the light plays, a sort of smile that every building shares whenever

it’s that time

Like a girl I see in town who’s name I have to know

and every time a tired sun surrenders

there she is

like the first time

people gathered in their lawn chairs

women walked onto the grass, high heels in hand

a songless band of faces looking up and waiting for the moon to block the sun

and me, in love with sunsets unimpressed

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