The Last Sunset - after Dali

By: Roger Hansford

  

           I am orbed                 
                         in this coast,
          framed by cliff-curve,
          fired
          like white dust-yield,
          rinsed
                   under peach-cool seas.
 
          Memory almost persists.
 
          There is nearlyness
          on the clockface.
 
          Below the black wreck of pier
          I can touch the Needles.
 
          To the molten shadows
          I say, “I hope the last sunset
          of the world will be like this”.