Heaven's Smithy

 

"Floor of copper, floor of gold....Beyond the custom-house door, ajar, the street at sunset seemed aflame."

Bright Showers

Puddle steps mar

reflection.

Waves distort aspects

as moist air translates

her hair's scent

to redolent Dianthus.

Skyline's penumbra stretches

'cross obsidian streets

as we dissolve lento

in downpours of light.