INTO THE SUNSET
Real estate, appliances,
things to eat--
that's all she can talk about.
But I'm not listening,
all I can think about tonight
is the sky.
It's twilight
and autumn
and I'm twenty-seven years old today.
A woman I can't seem to get along with
is taking me out to dinner.
Thirty years almost,
and I've never made a major purchase.
But to her, I think,
this seems cowardice,
and not bravery.
And yet we attain this small perfection
in the back of a cab going west on Houston.
We ride, in silence,
into a beautiful, fiery
sunset.
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