At the End of the World

Everyday that life giving ball of fire,
in its copper sky slowly slides into
the ocean’s depth at the end of the world.

Slowly, down, down and around it goes…
a fire ball from heaven, descending
beyond the aqua waters of the
Florida keys.

The loud sound of a sea gull squawking,
like a loud mouthed food vender hawking,
breaking the calm of the evening’s delight,
as it circles and dips in its graceful flight.
Waiting for that bright sun to fade once
more from sight.

A brown pelican splashes down and the
dolphins make their last run before
disappearing into the setting sun.

That colossal red sphere brightly glows in the evening air.
As small children play in the white Florida sand with little care.

A sight so serene, it will last forever in the eyes of the lucky beholder.
Palm trees swaying in the salty breeze, now each one a day older.

Come with me to the end of the world, and see it all…
That golden ball as it slowly slips beyond the light of day.
You too will stand in awe as that life giving fire ball makes
its daily curtain call…

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2000

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