I
watched
the sky burn down
tonight
red flames
racing across clear blueness
leaving blue-white embers
smoking purple
behind them
and when the fire died
for lack of air to burn
the space left behind
was charred black
Berceuse
father,
cradle your daughter gently
(lightly)
and float her mind.
world,
let go
the sleepy one.
Concert
an
upsweep is all
but from behind and rushing
snapping from sensations
to one point suspended
beyond bars of red space
and cones of smoke
it rests, wings splayed,
leathery and persuasive
ready to steal
as surely as the air evolves
it knows
it is dimension
