Sunset
How does no one
else on this train
notice the sunset?
Distant sighs of cloud are
ignited by orange and pink
reflections of descent,
notice the sunset?
Distant sighs of cloud are
ignited by orange and pink
reflections of descent,
framed in those
purple coughs,
loosely spherical
and stretching
across the rest of
the sky.
A beautiful window
of deep scarlet
lays horizontal
below
the ignited sighs,
below
the loosely
spherical coughs.
The scarlet window
is the bated breath
ready for dusk to
give way to darkness,
and it's only
visible when the
vegetation-silhouettes
prostrate themselves
to allow precious
glimpses,
as the day happily
bleeds out,
draining colour
steadily down
behind the
horizon,
which loses its
definition to
different shades
of blackness.
Written 29/10/12 on the train from London to Edinburgh.
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