Sunset dollops fuchsia glaze along the bay
where city sludge oozes toward surf,
life contrasted on sand in the setting.
Light, like hope, refuses to die,
tosses up some gold as a one-armed mime
tries to hook black sky nearby.
editors note:
What mime makes into motion, poet twists into twilight transitions. Picture perfect! (Read another one from Tim on his page. What Lincoln would do with Twitter – Check it out!) – mh