Sliding into midnight
Like loss multiplied by the
Circles of the infernos
Glass shattering like
Time bomb memory capsules
That trap
the past
like fly paper
Yellow
In the evening sky light
Amber,
on the sidewalk
Fireflies
And a fat finger of citrine
Left on the carpet by the little golden dog
And your courage
And mine the mimic of
The forest fires
Raging to the western sea