The sun plays its red song
On mountains blueing in the dusk
And climbs into someone's yellow horizon
A pale flare in the east
Setting off roosters and alarms
And coaxing the dew from grassblades
The comic palm trees sway
Like Oldenberg matchsticks
Flaming with sodium light
Day for night
Tricked by the electric eyes
of Berkeley
Senor Deadline
Has never seemed
So far away.
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