The End

1.

The sky is a

soft confusion

of greens and

yellows in the

calm speechless

air, like a sudden

presence come upon

unexpectedly, like

staring out at some-

thing which is being

lost, never again to be.

2.

There is the impression

of music exact, soft,

almost like the end of

the world.  Birds unseen

are fluting in the trees,

the sun is still shining,

like before.  The distances

of the sea are vague, even

palely blue.