under the sunlit canopy
softly filtering red now
a caste a haze a panoply
of rays some yellow
reds some Hasidic
some
blue
green I like to say derogatorily
in private mind you
like green is a bad thing
when the cup comes round in public
I drink sure
take the bit of ******* whatever
wafer it is
and spit it out later
Candles are cool though
they light forests and curtains up
when the cat gets randy
tail flickers
then how hellish hot
it gets