pink firebone light
scatters in the sky,
sprawling skeleton embers of
a demure sun among the
tarnished silverplate clouds,
clouds that clutch the delicate sky-world
like tongs or
a footnote in parentheses.
this squeeze, this
choking squeeze
slips
the sun from
under the sweaty cloud grasp, a
soap-bar sent away to
lather the land with fresh firebirth.