I was indifferent towards the west
as dusk approached
though I anticipated
at least a little beauty.
There were no clouds to be
a canvass for the sunlight.
The coming possibilities seemed to be
a less than ordinary sunset —
just the quotidian act by our revolving earth.
nearby palm tree tops
so etched the twilight with their edges
waving in the wind
that before night actually brought darkness
I stood, again amazed by our unfolding days.