Poetic License: ‘Last Sunset on the Old Causeway’
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Joe Pacheco
I remember that last sunset
On the old causeway,
The east bay dark behind me,
The west water filling with fire
As the sun plummeted.
Above the soon-to-be toppled palms
A crescent of moon slivered toward renewal,
Pelicans uneasy with imminent night
Glided over the parked campers and SUVs —
I asked myself: When the new morning returns,
Who will remember?