Turn their backs
Like rowers rowing
Eagerly into the west
Right up against
The blazing sun all day
Windowless block walls
That breathe the heat
And hold the cold all night
So to really see the sunset
You have to go outside
Into the yard or the street
To catch it in the distance
Because inside all you’d notice
If you noticed anything at all
Is a brief trout light flickering
On the opposite wall
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