Almost robbed at sunset
A gray cloak hangs unforgivingly
Overhead and deeply west
Horizon characters lurk out there
Where old man sea and dull-draped sky
Zip their lips together
Mashing up, in undefined murk
Days like these…hold sunrays captive
Waves of goodbyes seem pointless
No snap happy photographers appear
Nor hopeful romantics
As though the deals done, ‘nothing to see here folks!’
So, we turn tail, walk away…muttering discontent
Not five minutes later
The sky blushes red with embarrassment
Revealing unbelievable magical hues
If we catch this Winken, Blinken – Nod moment
We stand awestruck in wonderment
Thinking, how is this possible?