Last night <br />The Sunset <br />Wrapped herself <br />In skirts of 24Karat Gold <br />As the crowded <br />Busy streets <br />Wore their Neon <br />And concrete <br />And carried on the <br />Progress <br />Its way <br />Driving back home <br />Today <br />Sitting tight behind <br />The wheel <br />Between the leather <br />Glass and steel <br />And between several <br />Lanes of cars <br />My muse somehow <br />Missed the Sunset <br />As he slowly retired <br />Himself <br />Beneath his comforter <br />Of the stars<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musings-4/
