i hate
cliches
but the sunset
set this hallway
aflame
that ethereal
wavelength
soaking
in the freshly
waxed floors.
sunset
the ironic beauty of south jersey
poetrythe sun sets
behind a veil of smog,
igniting the horizon.
this street is a painting
poetrybetween
6:25 and 6:48pm
this street is a
painting
as
sunlight falls
through leafy fingers
photons spilling
like grains of sand
into piles on the shadowy
sidewalk
i’m suddenly afraid
of where i step in case
the paint
should
smear.