Walking through dusk
Clouds of gold, ingots newly formingrest on flat copper trays above me.
earlier the sky was stone gray and cold,
next transformed to pale, liquid blue
with clouds, like ships with immense
billowed sails tacking across the sky.
the drum skins of the heavens were
unstretched and thunder ceased.
the bass calliope quiets and earth blood
begins to stain the horizon alizarin
crimson while night has begun to singe
the sky around the edges. battles waged
above a deeply minted dinosaur rock has left
it washed and wetly visible near the path
through these swampy rain-sotted woods.
the auroral horizon deepens through
the spectrum into night's velvet as I
enter my back yard and glide toward
the house over the slick wet grass.
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