Just before the world changed
on the Eleventh of September
For Susan Towlson
Traveling west towards the horizon
The setting sun a golden orb
Sitting on the edge of the earth
Butterscotch coating the trees
Behind us
The mirrored moon
Rising yellow huge
And warm from where we have just been
We are between
The son
The sun
And the moon
At this moment
Life could not be better
With an angel in the blue, bruise yellow sky
And a jet across the eye of Luna
Watching over us