Sometimes on a quiet road
you have to stop your truck ,
step
out,
admire
streaks of pink,
the
soundless sky.
Breeze
chills your cheeks.
A
vee of birds way up high.
Unseen
children in the dusk
shout
about rules of hide and seek.
Beyond
the trees a glow,
somebody’s
kitchen.
Here
comes a beagle loping
through
the meadow weeds,
tongue
lolling,
eyes
bright.
And
you drive away knowing
you’ll
never see that sunset,
those
birds, hear those children,
meet
that dog
ever
again.
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