Celestial Fire

by FTS Miles   Sep 19, 2004


Naught but a celestial fire,
peach rippling purple that might
be illness or grandeur,
reds blurring haphazard into blue--
or is it brown?
--before curling in tufts of effervescent
orange... or rosy fingered,
but not dawn...
no... twilight,
of something distant,
caught between dusk and
ash.

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