Riding in that car beside my father so,
Windows shut, a silent-glide,
The pond below
Was fingered up—and mirror glow--
And out, to the black-purple sky.

Hanging was an orange slice jewel  
Shimmering like an opened furnace
--A door to hell, but only creaked—
I even saw a daemon eye,
Scowling for my left and yonder sins.

I’d have plucked its cat’s-eye color from the sky,
But by god, I tried, and tried and failed.