Third Sunset

Like it's your birthday.
The after party
The hotel lobby
No sleep
Never.  So, what aBOUT Brooklyn?
Unplugged, like uncorked, unbound
Plugged in, like wired, electric
tuned in
turned on
not tense
holding life with botanist's tenderness
and it blooms.
Today it bloomed.
And driving home,
looking west.
all the way to east.
Streaks of Fierce Aqua and Sunstroke Pink with Breaks of Blue Asphalt Smoke
Drips of essential life oil on the tongue of a tired soul