California Dusk Poem by Keith Horton

The fractured sunset,

broken by the haze,

shines golden on the foothills

with departing whispers.

                                                    

Palm trees sway

in plush pacific winds,

celebrating the last sliver of sun.

                                                                                                                   

One light by one

the skyline awakens

to mimic the stars'

strained twinkle through the smog

and salty ocean breezes-

their voices quieted

retreat into the buzz of night.

                                                     

And on the Santa Monica shore,

sifting through the sands,

the bearded homeless man

looks for his evening meal.

                                                  

                                                

© 2012 Keith Horton