sunset

The word returned
like light on the sidewalk
under the thick soles
like the stubbly stucco
the smooth heft of aloe
under my finger tips
like incense blown
across my pores

and the trees rose
steady and licked
the sky gently,
and the sky burnt
down to embers
behind the rustling,
slowly

I walked
and carried the glow
on the back of my hand