Fleeting beauty at dusk
“Take a picture”
They say
“Or it isn’t real”
But I am not listening
I do not have time
To fumble with my phone
To worry if others will know
How it feels
To have your body lean
Just slightly
Toward the magnetic orange
Billowing into pink
Cascading into purple and
A hue that
There is no word for
“Life moves pretty fast”
Someone once said
So stop
Look around
Don’t worry about your phone
Or your to-do list
Or anyone else
Just let yourself be pulled
Into the brief beauty
Of just being
Alive
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