Sunlight slanting orange, burning the sky with angel fire
I am late for work, and worried about the air in my tires.
Clouds gather in force, pushing the sun into the ground.
As blades of blazing light strike the land all around.
I am closer. Almost there. And the light and heat will not
be beaten back.
Hard to see, flaring brilliance in my eyes.
October, 1997
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