Day old Tang

On the western edge of Eastern Time

Pink and lavender clouds curtain the horizon

You race west into the sunset

Before your cell phone clock

Back flips into Central Time

You haven’t bothered to calculate the spin

And tilt of the earth, the angle

And slope of the road or the speed of your car,

But you feel colors linger longer on the horizon

And that’s okay with you

The sun appears from behind a cloud

Hovers over the end of the road and spills

Day old Tang on the kitchen counter of the sky

Dishrag of darkness spends an hour

Sopping up the light

8-13-22