Sunset Over Busy Streets - Poem by Chris McInnes
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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