The sunset
that most days
offers us much beauty
is slowly creeping north
this time of year.


It’s choosing a different site
to bring on night
each time it comes around
to offer him the gift of dusk –
the harbinger of the ending
of another day


While many treasures are denied
a man of many years
he may be capable of finding others
that often seem to be finding him —
reaching out toward his eyes
in various forms of sun light
that are preludes to his nights.

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