The Perfectibility of Memory

Sunset on the mesa,
Chatty tourists posing,
Encouraging the sun
To go behind the clouds,

To take away the glare,
To bring the magic hour.
The magic hour. Cloud! Cloud!
We have to hold hands, though.

Eyes were closed in that one.
Do we look too cringy?
We’ll do that after this.
Get ready to jump in.

The shadows are too harsh.
Your eyes are just shadows.
I’m gonna come closer.
Remember this cute pose.