Friday

byAngeline©

Sunset was striated
in the sideview mirror.

It hung in magenta sheets
like a clotheline, gold roped
between two pines, shaded
into the deepening gray.

I waited in the car.

That bottle of Merlot
could have painted another layer
on the Sun's graceful demise,

but we drank it instead
just like the day preceding it.

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