The dusk
I was happy to run
into you this evening.
You were coming in
as I was going out.
West. You leave much
sooner these days.
There is this hill.
Technically, it is a slope
on my approach. On
my departure it is a
hill. Regardless, I am
split on how I feel
about this
hill.
Yes, thanks to this hill, I am faster.
And yes, thanks to this hill, I am taller and
we visit longer.
But you leave much sooner these days.
Your blues, pinks, orange and purple
a flashing cape in our midst.
And a hill makes a long walk.
