111. Goodbye, Sun! (Myshkin, 2021) · free verse

The watermelon sky’s on fucking fire It makes me wanna cry And sing And dance And die. It just broke through some limits To beauty That I didn’t even know I had. My jaw is on the floor. I’m driving, Aching for an open space, Like the Arizona desert, So I can see it in its full beauty, But all I get is Florida rolling hills With trees and houses and more trees. If I just drop my plans And stay right here for 24 hours In this exact spot, Will I see this sunset again?! I’m not ready to let go, Although the moment is passing, Has passed, Will soon be long gone, Leaving in its wake Only an orange grey tired shadow, A plain world, And a forever changed me.

Friday, January 15, 2021 — Alachua, FL

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