The sun sets in the west
(As you know).
What you may not know
Is the wisdom
Of whoever decided
To build all the houses
On our street
Westward facing,
So we might behold
In our sun-blinded, enlightened
Bedrooms something of the glory,
Each evening,
Of that first morning,
When the angels sang
And God said,
“It is good.” 
christopherjoiner 
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