A Cloudy Sunset

It’s nothing special.
It’s not in the news,
Just another one.
No one’s commenting
But these words right here

Stuck in this pattern.
Who did what to whom?
The bright light’s a smear
Against gray vapor.
It’s getting colder

For a little while.
When you were a child,
What was the worst thing
You can remember
Linked to the sunset?

They’re hard to recall
Aren’t they? Down the road,
Tourists are parking,
Setting up tripods,
Practicing poses.

But the clouds are wrong,
Thick on the wrong side.
Have you thought of it,
Yet, that memory?
That colorless pearl?