The sky cracked
its crusty eye of
blue bags, purple circles
in a sign of deprived time.
The sun yawns,
peaks over the treetops,
energized and light.
The stars resign
their flares drown
to day.
The shining sea
crumples its satin sheet,
white-cap crumbs strewn
atop the surface.
The earth smokes
after a torrid night
promiscuous and still
perspiring.
The human hurries
for his mask.
Mistaken for a dream
the pale moon takes it all in.
Composed 9/26/15.
Image By Donald Davis [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, c. 1970's, NASA ID AC75-1920.
