We sometimes think that stunning
end-of-day skies happen only
at the edges of the Earth,

ideally standing on a spit of land
or sand by the ocean, where
some unseen hands watercolor

the heavens. But then we step
outside wherever we happen to be,
take in a swatch of sky, and there,

we breathe in the last light,
admire the swash of orangey
pink that turns a parking lot

into a moment of wonder,
this sky that will never again—
like us—look like this.