Ephemeral Splendor
the sunlight drips
from the marmalade leaves
irredescent and simple
the way gravity is still
it falls along the weaker ground
striking and searing, blazing about
The sun is in everything right now
pinging off the mustard signal
bending across the shield
and beneath everything drops the dew
a kaleidoscope rolling past
in soft reflection, its memory
the sun is in everything
but the shadow of last night’s salute
black as night but cold as ice
twisting into the open air
where has the light gone?
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