Skyline Clutter

The sun set in streaks

and the clouds linger in handprints.

How quick does dusk smudge the horizon.

Pulls away the clear blue sky smile

and the sun glimmer shadows.

Grabs at the youth of the day, and crushes it

within the fingertips of night until the darkness

wrinkles and creases the firmament

from clear blue to pastels into pitch black.

How quick does night clutter the horizon.

It fills up the space with stars.

Strings them across the skyline in glowing orbs

until they twinkle and flicker

and feel our eyes

full of light.

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