The murmuration of the waves, the breezeís gentle rush,
the small stain of the setting sun, spread by natureís brush.
The yellow of her pallet, bold orange and red and pink
complicate the skyline as we watch the sunís orb sink
like a flame-red new-cast penny set upon the ledge
of that calmer ocean on the horizonís edge.
See it slip so quickly into the oceanís slot,
making us forget for now all that we are not.
All of lifeís frustrations, all misbegotten schemes,
are flushed into the water to sink into its seams.
This is why we gather to watch the sunsetís beauty.
every single eveningóas though it were a duty.
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