At first

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.


But then

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.

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