Sunset

(about 1989)

So the clouds fold their blanket

across the age-old heaven

orange-bright with mauve highlights.

I watched the sunset in solitaire

picturing I was really in an auburn field

or sage,or gold, holding hands with you.

I could sing to you

or sit silently

and listen to you breathe

and know you were here.

I could laugh with you

or watch intently

as a smile creased your mouth

and made a dimple.

That sunset had a way

of bringing you back.

My hands are empty

and tomorrow the sun will set again.