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