Landing in Dallas
as sunset dawns,
the shadows cast by tall trees
far below us
appear as icicles
on the surface of the lake.
Just a small portion of a rainbow,
a few short brushstrokes on the sky,
float over the city in the distance.
Storms kept us at bay
but yielded an opening
for the final evening flight.
Smoky orange clouds spread overhead,
formerly ominous, now calming, celebratory.
The disappearing sun
lays claim to the radiant
yellow and orange prairie fires
from one horizon to the other,
but shirks all responsibility
for the fierce storms that preceded.
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