Sunset (the One We Agreed Upon)

i like your sunset
flaming firmament
hues of fire, red hot iron and orange fruit combined
tasting like salt and sugar and vinegar to me
v-shaped seagulls like fighting planes

and the silence of the vast space
like i am in the library
the librarian on sick leave
and all the books are taken

did i forget the flavor?

(remember we agree on a poem with a color, taste, sound, smell
and whatever)

vanilla, and the sound, i already told you,

pssst, silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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