The sky is pink and wet and around me 

Bright with leftovers 

Drizzled honey on rooftops;

I lick them clean

I sigh out a swan. 

A fist thrown from your open mouth

Shoving its way out 

Slowly;

A sculpture in chapters 

And viewed from all sides. 

More clay to the mound

And spinning faster than we think the earth flies

In the dreamed desert we burn slower than we think the earth dies. 

Pulled from the fire and twisted and wrung 

Softened with blaze 

Dripping with time. 

We are all changed in the charring. 

Bedewed under a nuzzling night. 

2022