evening light:
each part of day, has its own particular glow
that part of day, we call evening, when even our noisy jets, overhead,
glow in their long streaked stretches towards something….recall what
 the gulls have been doing at sunset forever…especially this one-
reflecting, as we do, with their wings and sound-calls of something like lament.
feathers tumbling through light…
which, we, somehow, try to emulate…
(or it happens, regardless of us, unless we’re not willing)
So that, if you look on any particular sunset
into our busy skies, all you see
are fuchsia and gold streams of glory, us.
trying to re-enact something above us,
even with what we leave behind
which still-glows without us.