we were sat upon once grass awaiting the season laden with
glittering gold, brass beautiful an’ copper glints an’ glow as
a falling star – searching fora haven stronger than canvas..
dipped, paused, looked left then right, ahead an’ behind ..
was a misplaced refugee escaped from riotous rubble – she
searching for merely an empty cup perchance still warm from –
burning wood, the trial of turmoiled activities digging into murderous mess, dust an’ all
, earm from ,phot ash and an empty cup a wohearth with two fa
we dreamed
how a match might consider self ignition
taking color as its flame








