Gelled mint green tipping
sloughed yellows, to
out-dream day...bubbling a field by
and by a blue wind.
Cranking gobbed eyes with no surge protectors.
Reflexive right hand taking oaths of: hello and goodbye...
childlike in the eye of a hurricane's spokes.
Fire truck red, tri-cycled eyes trained on direction
none and all.
Parked above a park's day--the outspread wings
of a hawk crucified to a point still.
A point placed, as it sparks, flakes, falls and chills.