Day Twenty: Drive Home

Almost done! So I wrote this during dinner alone.

Driving

On the way into town
once- the sun was
struggling to hold on
as evening crawled in
it was such a lovely day.
    Not too hot-
    Not too windy-
    Not too cloudy-
Just lovely and the
sun waited with bated breath
for just one more
exultation

It was such a lovely day, thank you.

But now evening creeps
in, not waiting for a cue
just eager to bathe in
the light of such a
beautiful day and
for a few minutes
evening shines with the
strongest and oldest stars
twinkling and shifting
    under their cosmic wind

and the sky is that purple
evening violet-
darker than lilac
lighter than ice cold plum
    a sun cooled amethyst

On the way into town
in that evening, just
past an intersection
with a house that sells
fire extinguishers and
on the opposite corner
a coin operated car wash
full with shining
    pink bubbly glistening cars

A fire fighter plays the bagpipes.

He is wearing a navy
uniform, blending in
with the end of
evening and
solitary, he plays.

His eyes shut
and his red face
push high pitch
notes out of the
foreign instrument
into the cool Texas night.