..was shooting a game of pool, and there came a brilliant Sunset, so i walked out to view. when i came back a moment later, this guy says, “ain’t nothin’ out there.”
“nothin’ ‘cept the Sky…” said i, after which he made some blatant gesture of dismissal, accompanied by an unmistakably vulgar noise.
to which noise i said, “ah, come on Ernie, don’t tell me you’re one who doesn’t enjoy the intricate pleasures of a good Sunset?”
“i’ve seen a grumble sunset grumble grumble..” was his considered reply.
as he was deafly walking away, i was obliged by my momentary in credulousness to sling back at his back, “but they’re all differently different!”
“grumble grumble” gave a baseline to my melodic chuckle as i somewhat naively and innocently realized,,
“nothin’ ‘cept the Sky…” said i, after which he made some blatant gesture of dismissal, accompanied by an unmistakably vulgar noise.
to which noise i said, “ah, come on Ernie, don’t tell me you’re one who doesn’t enjoy the intricate pleasures of a good Sunset?”
“i’ve seen a grumble sunset grumble grumble..” was his considered reply.
as he was deafly walking away, i was obliged by my momentary in credulousness to sling back at his back, “but they’re all differently different!”
“grumble grumble” gave a baseline to my melodic chuckle as i somewhat naively and innocently realized,,
‘this person would not like my poetry…..’
i decided i’d rather watch the Sky than shoot with this guy, and made my good’bye grumbles toward his general direction,, then translated in a more civil tongue for the dog lolling in the corner as i went out the west side door.
somehow in the face of Ernie’s disinterest and my decisive priority choice, the Sky became even more brilliant:
a perfectly pale pastel blue rode overhead, as if someone had made a powder out of a mountain stream and brushed the heavens with it. two or three solitary Clouds made their Way slowly somewhere, lazing across the hilly horizon,, each one sporting a very chic aura of pink. the sky just above the mountain range was powdered sunflower petals, changing momentarily to that rarely seen unique green hue that escapes from view behind a screen of cascading light,,,
the last lurching run of a sleepy Sun, yawning his Way to bed.
two flocks of feathered flyers played dive-and-dodge in the dwindling dusk, laughing out loud at a small plane trying to mimic their flight.
transfixed by their game and mesmerized by the moving sculpture of Sunset, i watched until dark defined night and i could tell the tail of Hale-Bop was trailing behind its mentor and i was in the path of the comet.
as i shook from this trance i had to reflect on priorities; for with all the beauty which passed in those moments but a few, i was the sole person viewing the view.
somehow in the face of Ernie’s disinterest and my decisive priority choice, the Sky became even more brilliant:
a perfectly pale pastel blue rode overhead, as if someone had made a powder out of a mountain stream and brushed the heavens with it. two or three solitary Clouds made their Way slowly somewhere, lazing across the hilly horizon,, each one sporting a very chic aura of pink. the sky just above the mountain range was powdered sunflower petals, changing momentarily to that rarely seen unique green hue that escapes from view behind a screen of cascading light,,,
the last lurching run of a sleepy Sun, yawning his Way to bed.
two flocks of feathered flyers played dive-and-dodge in the dwindling dusk, laughing out loud at a small plane trying to mimic their flight.
transfixed by their game and mesmerized by the moving sculpture of Sunset, i watched until dark defined night and i could tell the tail of Hale-Bop was trailing behind its mentor and i was in the path of the comet.
as i shook from this trance i had to reflect on priorities; for with all the beauty which passed in those moments but a few, i was the sole person viewing the view.
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