The Best Sunsets

You would think a clear evening
Would produce the best sunsets
But I propose the sunsets
That leave me sitting and staring
Long after it’s gone
In awe
Are the skies with cellulite
Wrinkles and folds
Shit has gone down in those currents somewhere


This poem was in collaboration with Julie Campbell, who gave me the prompt with this photo of a gorgeous California sunset.

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