Summer sunset

Summer fades one second at a time

Like a sunset sinking into the sea.

The date of the last warm day is never known.

The glimmer of the last ray of light is always a surprise.

 If the dates were set, if the times were certain,

We would not let summer slip by so easily.

We would schedule a party for the last warm week.

Swim out into the long evenings and sing by the sea,

Call in sick and drink in the park,

We would enjoy it more.


The other day I took the plane.

I didn’t look out the window once.

We launched off in Dublin and landed in France,

We soared for miles above the clouds.

In a tin machine made for falling,

We climbed and climbed into the heavens.

I wonder if anyone noticed the magic.