Sunset

Perched atop the barricade
Floodwaters lapping at the base
Details are not shrunken into neat packages
to be enhanced and re-examined,
always the same.

The merest hint, a suggestion will do
The branch fans layered with
gold drizzles through a dusky blue pillar
beneath a mushroom cloud
of storm-blue cap with gold and purple underbody
wafer thin, rice paper
the reed of a flute.

Threats of evening descend upon us
growing increasingly dire
I reach out to grasp the last rays of sun
as La Luna calls me a liar.