Sun settled over
beetroot sky, like
mother hen over
clutch.
And I could smell
the beetroots burning
against horizon
shift.
Sizzle-flip
and turn them over.
Leaking pale red into
the sea.
One dimensional folding paper,
greaseproof (we presume);
Wrap it up, tape the ends.
Send light to the moon.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC
Sun settled over
beetroot sky, like
mother hen over
clutch.
And I could smell
the beetroots burning
against horizon
shift.
Sizzle-flip
and turn them over.
Leaking pale red into
the sea.
One dimensional folding paper,
greaseproof (we presume);
Wrap it up, tape the ends.
Send light to the moon.
