Today’s prompt is Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.

The line I selected is:

The sun hovered near the horizon in a final kiss before sinking ever lower. ~ from End of the Road by Karen Michelle Nut.

The Final Kiss

a busy but uneventful day ends
a fatigued me watches the sparse clouds turn golden and pink and red
against the violet sky

as the sun sinks lower
a sliver of moon appears
Venus (or is it an airplane) shines like a beacon

a swarm of stars like fireflies
twinkle across the fading purple of the heavens
and the corona lingers against the horizon 
delivering a good-night kiss
before sliding out of sight

©ARHuelsenbeck