Leaving Town

What if I wrote you as a sunset?

Would you sink into the bay

Or would you be far away in the great Montana sky?

Because you were so big.

I didn’t notice at first

how the sky was changing color

And suddenly, you were there,

Vibrant color

you stopped me in my tracks

caught my breath somewhere between my lungs and mouth,

and all I could do was marvel.

You grew brighter and brighter as you crested below the horizon.

The sky is pale-beautiful residual color.

You are out of sight.