chasing sunsets

We are always chasing sunsets
before the sky dissolves
into darkened ash
Maybe it’s the thrill of the moment
for a little while
but the five cent coin
rolls itself into the gutter
and the quiet recollections
squares itself off
and the AM track is white noise
by the laneway
I don’t see what you see and
maybe that’s okay
Or the aversion of bright headlights
at the tailend of things
and the noise is louder than it has
ever been and we are standing by
a telescope gazing into–
watching fast cars
and street lamps collide

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