Appreciation, Yours Or Mine? Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

'Ben, check out the sky, it's this really weird blue.'
I turn away from the article I'm writing to look,
But all I see is a familiar face:
It is Evening and I know his soft colors.
Every work day I see them on the other side of the horizon.
Some times I am too tired to lift my eyes,
But others we share a silent reverie
As I acknowledge Mornings' subtle gradation
And the mercy of warmth that slowly rises.
'Cool, ' I say, 'looks nice.'
'Whatever, you can't appreciate it.'
I let out a little laugh and smile,
Thinking of the sky.