Zona

The sunset behind the trees and the tv antenas that I've seen since I was a boy today was accompanied wind streaking ice cloud diagonals across the sky.

A light blue darkening aqua darkening pastel darkening turquoise into blue sky as the day conceded.

White clouds turned gold into yellow then orange into brown as desert doves hurried home across the panorama.

Light breeze and cool evening air that I feel nowhere else in this world and I have felt many breezes but all were strangers without smiles for me.

Here in my backyard the breeze smiles and the sunset whispers.

I call back to them in long sigh apologies for having left those many years ago.