Sunset

Sunset
p.lenedic

Re-Size Text: A A A A Comment

RSS blog print

Sunset

The clouds are not quite right.
We'd like them livelier.
Some strato-cumulus,
pink-tipped, would be ideal.
The sun's not red enough.
We'd movie it to the left
behind the fishing boat
to get the silhouette.
The sea's inadequate.
There should be golden sparks
to edge each ripple's crest.
Right now we need a bird.
(Get something bold and big.
A pterodactyl? No.
That goes a bit too far.)
An osprey will be fine
to cut across the sky
and cue the music in.
No music? Just the sound
of waves and rushing wings?
You think the silent glow
of daylight melting down
to night can stand alone?
No wonder you've gone stale
and lost your audience.
You have to make a show
to keep them in their seats.
Try this. Let's leave the clouds
and sea the way they are,
forget the bird, the songs,
but please, just shift the sun.
You've done it in the past.
We know you can. You won't?
We cannot work like this—
all our advice ignored.
We have our dignity.
You're on your own from now
until the end of time
as far as we're concerned.
We hope the sun goes up
and down the way it should.
We really doubt it will
without our help. So long.
(And by the way, that tree
is woefully ill-shaped
and out of true.)