All Saints Day Sunset Poem by Butch Decatoria

The last walk for the dog
Just passed six p.m.
Just above the tree line
Shadows of rooftops
The meadows in silhouettes

From Sunrise or Red-rock canyon
Darkness dusks the desert
In starlight,
And sin city sequins like
Christmas on the Strip
The Flurry of lights
Neon fluorescent
Bling
The desert
Glowing like
The Anglerfish from
The deepest unknowns...

But the explosion of color!
Against cobalt blue
deepening;
The Evening's canvas sky
Afire
Like a metallic fire
Of magenta, fuchsia,
Tangerines
A wounded dream
& The
Most emblazoned red
As though alive
It's curtains
A breathing theatre
of illumine.

Stage: Firmaments
The sinking sun: The immaculate
heart

Brightly bleeding
This Sunset on All Saints…
"Let Love lead us"
Righteously.