Sunset
Sunset
Mbuyiseni Oswald Mtshali
The sun spun like
a tossed coin.
It whirled on the azure sky,
it clattered into the horizon,
it clicked in the slot,
and neon-lights popped
and blinked “Time expired,”
as on a parking meter.
Sunset(paraphrased)
The sun was moving fast
Like a tossed quarter in a football game.
It moved in circles on the clear sky.
It reached the horizon.
It went in, it was gone.
Someone showed up,
and said “Good night”
like a mother.