EKT Writes Poetry and More

I’m sitting in the airport, waiting to depart
As I look out the window, it gives me a little start
I see the sun is setting, leaving the sky above
The colors are tremendous, a view of which to love

A person walks on by me, pulling a luggage cart
The person is very attractive, and looks rather smart
But, I’m looking at the sunset, colors of yellow, orange and red
The person begins to speak, so I try not to hear what’s said

It makes no difference to me, the noise it carries on
I only see a sunset, filling my heart with song
I take one last little peek, as they announce my flight
At a beautiful Montana sunset, before it slips out of sight

The Airport Sunset