Busy loud lives —

Accompanying my own.

Loud soft pulsing pain & infatuation.

Quiet hushed closed lips & lids.

Slowly peeking,

Will you be wide eyed or look straight ahead?

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I didn’t have my camera this time when I went to see the sunset. I sat on the docks at the city private yacht club. There was a duck that drifted, floating a few feet away. A goose fluttered and bat their wings out of the water. I imagined the water was freezing. I imagined being a goose.

The waves breathing & pulping against wooden stationed dock poles, a ringing of sail against boat, cars from across Lake Macatawa & a boat’s engine humming off into the channel.

The sunset on top of the water was a light violet that faded into a peach with a cream top. Some blue faded in and out, then a repeat of purple, peach, purple, cream. The reflective navy Macatawa mirror accented the sky beautifully.

Eventually it became darker and 50 degrees turned into 40. I slowly stood up on the dock and stretched, feeling an audience from behind the yacht clubs tall slightly tinted windows. The ride back east into the dark was brisk. I only got a few blocks before I looked over my shoulder to see the ‘set had changed. I felt pulled back west, turning down a winding quiet neighborhood to see. Warmth radiated as I raced near, pushing the pedals (at first I typed “petals,” I like that idea) with all the weight in my feet.

Purple, red, hot pink, peach, cream, light blue — repeat.