Some Mighty Fine Leftovers

I am standing at the edge
of my neighbors’ field,
looking west at the colored ending
of the last Lord’s Day in November,
eating the last piece of apple pie.

A few clouds
and two jet vapor trails
gleam silver
above the deep burn
of a sun that cannot be seen.

Black branches on the ridge
stretch slender silhouettes
against the sky.

I chew slowly,
crunching the apples,
savoring the sweet filling.

The silver turns pink
and the last fire sinks
below the hills.
I finish the final bit of crust,
lick the last bit of light
from this good day.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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