Red evening light and the sky is a tantrum DS Maolalai
it's a beautiful evening. a man in the street puts his hand on a wall and throws up a whole brass section orchestra while sun sets its head against everything, making stubble of dust hung with five o'clock shadows. the street turns its neck like a woman with wonderful hair. the trees fill with red evening light and the sky is a tantrum. cars move like cows being herded toward home. this man, so well lit, throwing up some dog's breakfast, a start-stopping jazz of trombones — you can tell he is digging up harder than shovels. you can tell his whole soul's coming out.
April 2022
13
