red sunset
delicate birdcall summon s
light -
ethereal butter
spreads smooth
over the ledge
calling out . moving in
leaning on the low clouds
drifting
a strikingly subtle phase
just before dark
origin turns a face
to the wind
albumen print
my eyes are as sharp as they used to be the old fool muttered
i havent lost much twinkle, poking the fire patch
this is the pilgrims way of cooking chicken he said,
bespectacled, stirring the pot
at least the revolution was exotic, in a chilly way
if only we sipped chardonnay bliss
fully instead of sharing soup
it takes years to describe them, from the denizens
of the night, citizens, warriors, the occasional intriguing tapdancer
but this one you were my teacher,
the laughing one, the happy hotai
in the fashion of green disney demons
with golden intentions
amplified through a sheeps horn
tiny piglet giggle
how is it sir i said, that you can do that
unravel, not clip, the ends
