At my desk in my NEW office I can see the sky shifting into dusk
the clouds backlit in a peach glow hover over your part of town
one building or another peers across the tree line toward me
I imagine your chin lifted, eyes cast downward through prismatic lenses
a dense legal document displayed on your glowing screen
Here the quiet of evening descends and I send you a quick message
flicker through the thick language of your argument for a brief interlude
to let you know I love you across this varied palette we call sky
