And there fire fell, finding freedom
in certain surrender. I interlocked
my fingers with the beams. His trim
matched the hem of heartache cloth
rainbowed up through my memory.
I am the sunset, most vibrant
in gravity’s pull. I daily dip
beneath Heaven, embered stars sent
by silent stables as my placeholder. Scarlet
horizons reteach rising patterns.
The Sun and I rise again
Tomorrow—to sit on the hill.
-DaLe 08.20.10
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