Dusk strews its saffron path with puffs
That dream-drift over silver bay
Beyond the westward stretch of bluffs.
Moon stares through contrail’s fleecy gray
Dispersing back to sky, the jet
Now just past earshot. Dusk yields dark
Spread-sparkling city valley, net
Of lamps and isolated spark.
Today: delay at bank; some tiff
About a misdelivered box;
An e-mail glitch; one grudging, stiff
Discussion; disappointing botch,
Then long repair; the lunchroom out
Of chowder just as you arrive…
This twilight you accept, not pout.
Cloud, bay, bluffs, moon all seem alive.