Do you remember,

the clouds were frosted with pinks and golden tomorrows.

and what of the setting sun?

whose flames extinguished from behind you on the plane.

Dusk kissed the palms who waved

good-bye with great fronds.

Night embraced the ancient cacti standing guard in the absence of the light.

They tower in proud solute.

and the last rays skim over the land

like warm silk, blessing the life that resided and adhered to it’s strict rules.

Broken glass and bits of shiny pebbles glisten in their thanks.