[Kay Syrah]

West at dawn

Dawn city, scarlet
towered of red
women and blue nights,
standing in glass,
and the fire
that forms it,
shouldering
the grey purple
backside of dark
into the sheltering
of translucent shadow.
And the sky cracks
the fissure releasing
the elemental
liquid that forms,
and decides to dare
the crucible,
and confound with
the phenomenon
of a west-rising sun.

[Soaring Feather]

#35

Lovely.