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Sunset Trail 

Sunset Trail.
That’s the name of what I call
The Butt Burner.
A trail that circles you up towards
The sky and then
Opens its arms wide
To the metropolis below.
It’s an eagle’s view
Atop the rocky road.
Tonight I bowed to the 
True Name. The SUNSET trail.

My walk began with lead legs,
A pumping heart, and the thought,
Each step felt like I had 20 pound sand
Bags tied to my feet and my heart
Beat like it was trying to come out
Of my chest. I slogged up the hill,
Like an old dog with a mission, turning
Occasionally to catch the onset of
The blushing sky.
City lights flickered as dusk
Settled in. I mushed on, more like 
A sleigh dog in Alaska pulling
Weight. So far, the only thing
Taking my breath away was my
Lack of recent cardio vascular
Activity. 

When I crested the hill there was 
Nothing to do but rest. Rest and wait
For my heart to slow, my breath to
Regulate. As I rested the blushing sky
Deepened into simmering orange
And pinks. The city lights began
To glitter like gems. 
I started down the hill and the
Sky transformed
Like a 13 year old girl turning into
A stunning young woman.
Just when I thought
The beauty too much to bear
She turned into a hot lover, steamy and
Passionate, the sky blazed red,
Yellow and orange streaks across it.
City gems sparkled like fine diamonds.
I stopped.

Sunset. There is no 
“I’ll catch this later.” 
No. It’s now or never.
Watch me now or never.
I sat on a rock and watched.
The whole dance.
The sky on
Fire, blazing. Passion melting
The city below. It was almost
Unbearable.

And then it was over.
The sky settled into deep
Dusk. 
Grey blue.
Nighttime arrived.
Over. Done.
Stunning.

 Diane Sherman   /   February 2008