Overread at Table 4: Muffin of Sunsets by Elaine Equi

Muffin of Sunsets by Elaine Equi   The sky is melting. Me too. Who hasn't seen it this way? Pink between the castlework of buildings. Pensive syrup drizzled over clouds. It is almost catastrophic how heavenly. A million poets, at least, have stood in this very spot, groceries in hand, wondering: "Can I witness the Rapture and still make it home in time for dinner?"

 

Copyright © 2013 by Elaine Equi. Used with permission of the author.

(actually this was cut and pasted from a daily email sent by the American Academy of Poets, so they technically were using it by permission of the author.   It's here just because it made it into the café, and whatever is in the café, is for all to appreciate and enjoy!)