The Golden Hour of LA
By Armando Ortiz
The glow of the sun still bursting through the incoming night
lights still reflected on the side of the northwest facing glass,
contrasting an orange glow to the dark silhouette.
The city lighting on, adding a delicate air of earthly stars
low beam headlights reflected from the traffic signs.
A flow of geese form an incomplete V crossing the sky
and at a distance the trails are dry and the color of clay.
The chaparral covered hills turning into unknown shadows,
white, purple, and black sage merging with the wind.
The golden hour quickly fades into the evening
peaceful serendipity as the instance lingers in the clouds.
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