In a North Carolina second
The clouds hung on to the last light of the sun
As it ended its set in the North Carolina sky.
They turned dark blue and mimicked the faces
Of the mountains and hills that surrounded.
Orange flowed at the horizon like water in a lake
That reflected the absurdities from moments before
Like the pink and purple swirl
Or the blazing red flash of light.
Seconds as short as haikus distinguish the greatest of art
From moments of normalcy.
