I married a sunset but it broke up with me-
Through sunsets, many sunsets-
I have caused it.
With bare hands and copper pots-
Orange stars and freckles;
Three cheers and no stress.
The sun exists, now leaps-
Silent, sound for ears,
A single heartleaf, a secretary to happiness.
Of all the things that blow and go by -
A desert, sun oil, and red lament.
copyright 2010
