Chris McInnes

Rookie (1988)

Sunset Over Busy Streets

Walking across autumn streets
to reach beyond grasp, in vain,
at the sunset –if only I could hold it still a while.

Pockets tingle with memories, papers, weight;
leaves rain delicate: an age worn snow.
Quiet, yet between a scurry of feet,
air sets firm in my lungs.

Above: I watch the birds; they too circle the sun.

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