The Setting of the Light

It was very bright before dusk tonight.
Driving home I saw street signs turn bronze.
In my rear view mirror, an abundant orb of
rusty, honeyed, flamboyantly rich glow oozed,
like an ice cream bomb, deeply into the earth.
Icey hot, I broke the holding of my breath
and I sighed the sound of person releasing
all the troubles of their human life.
Then I could still go breathing into yet another
deliciously experienced dappled day.

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