I saw it in the warmly cool cast o’ cobalt,
spreading its sparks ‘cross the sizzling sands o’ clouds,
folded into a thousand gowns
with candied drool dripping from its hungry mouth.
On damp noons,
Jack without his light,
still smiling.
I caught it in the pumpkin-colored pine needles spread ‘cross the streets,
rubbing gainst the off-black concrete
& the black puddles o’ oiled grease
swimming in burnt-brown leaves.
In acid lakes
peanut butter rows
sour apples.
Where the torrents make the maples blush mulberry grape
while others crouch back into the shadows powdry gray.
A leaf slaps its hand on the stain-smudged chalky pavement
so hard the blood rushes to half its otherwise anemic digits
till unexpectedly the gusts shoos it ‘way.
¡O, I’m dumb!
I almost forgot
the mushrooms.
When the natsu no tsuki makes way for the aki no tsuki to come,
cut bloody crescent cold,
spirit-snatching owled-eye beacon,
its drenched-blade forests feeding mold
till the trees & cities are splattered with orange,
& collections o’ bright colors captured by candies foraged.
& now we can forgive
winter’s cold,
spring’s drops,
& summer’s burns—
Now finally can my ol’ props be unearthed;
time to pull red crops for all they’re worth.
Now so stuffed with
so much sand worms,
fin’lly, it’s time
for just desserts.
