Persimmon rouge-orange lingered on the horizon to be fair,
Faint whisper of a sleepy jazz saxophone swam in the air,
Slowly, but surely, azure-blue dusk slid into the atmosphere,
Little bitsy tipsy in the evening lit the magic in there,
Curious, but yet daring, flicked tinders in the bagel eyes so clear.
9.15.2021
Ralph with Coffee 