Things Poetic

 Setting Sun Drive, foot down,  thrum of the wheels on the asphalt  speedometer ticks over, arrow sits at 74 mph just deep orange and yellow fill the sky to the West calling the day to order to its end birds soar, murmurings in synchronicity trails of cloud pointing to a destination rainbows and arrows of destination and source

 Infinite Skies disappear into the mist, sails drop, slowly flapping until bound knots tested, tied anchor dropped tidy ropes, decks change into dry clothes gin o'clock  as the sun sets