If I could have three wishes I think one of them would be to make dusk last a little longer.

Four hours maybe

Of relief

Once the afternoon fire fizzles out

And the white flowers shine

You can see the body of each tree against the low light

Maybe their crowns are glowing

But everything from the neck down is inky

You’re spun around dizzy from the chorus of a million voices calling out for sundown

Wherever you turn your ear

There’s a song

I don’t even have to name them one by one

You know the whole thing

You’ve known it your whole life

But you still can’t believe

The colors of the sky.