The sunset here is umber graded to dark blue and brightly

Lower darker, higher lighter

but hazy through my eyes dew wet nightly.

I want to feel up as I did before,

see things more clearly, fun-filled and dancing.

You never ready for that kind of binding,

running to skirt the risk of advancing.

The bitten lip, the eyes of flash anger,

loud conversation into white fingered smartphone

No grudges to bare, just patience and karma,

and pills to fill in the gaps with no drama.