I remember Orlando in May,
& that evening sun like a ball of yarn in the sky
Unraveling its bullion light
Over that whitepaved city.

Dublin in June
& that evening sun lingering like the sting of whiskey
Spinning dusky clouds gold
Arching above that graystone city.

Chemong Lake in August
& the evening sun like a wound in the sky
Staining the horizon hazy pink
Bleeding across the still water.

Windsor’s September
& that evening sun sneering through the ashsmeared sky
Weary of its redpinkorangepurple veils
Sighing over the gunmetal river.

High school in October
& that evening sun drowsing in the Halloween sky
Pumpkingold, Jack-o-lantern dim
Stalking above the football field.

Poplar Avenue in November
& that evening sun glinting off the golddying leaves
Flaring arrogant in the last moments of day
Then swaying over the edge of your house.

I will think of you in December
& watch that evening sun writhe in its glorious travail
Blazing in the afterbirth of the day
Screaming color above.