4:45 On A Winter Saturday

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4:45 on a winter Saturday and the sky is painted purple.

If you told me this was a once in a lifetime sunset I’d believe you,
But it happens every night
Right here in my little wooded office
Right out the window adjacent to the TV
I forget to look at around this time.

I am trying to memorize the color
The pattern of the clouds
so I might recall them at the moment of death
And call it a life well loved.