Running at Sundown and Dark Well, it’s a pretty sunset — sherbet green, Orange, even some raspberry, streak the sky From sea horizon to cliffs. Pelicans ply The offshore reaches and fishing boats careen On big waves, giving substance to the scene With their everyday skillful efforts. Meanwhile I, Pondering a talk that may well go awry, Run on the tide-zone’s particolored sheen: Mind pawing obsessively at certain unclear Distinctions.… Pass two more runners; lovers, one pair; A lone girl walking slowly back. It’s night When I come in, distinctions still not right, Past black stumps in the water just off shore — Surfers, in the dark there, waiting for one more. 139