i know you are setting sun
so distracting from the no sense
we get engaged in
lining clouds with silver as in
that ol’ song
the one that makes one sad
but not to cry
o i almost remember the child
with nothing more important to do
then watch the sun light up the clouds
as they dance with one another
and in those final hours turn gold
yonder deep blue mountains will
soon enough turn black
my friend runs out of paint he
needs some red
the blood red rose that does not
bleed will do
he knows the thorns to stay away
dance now if you only move a foot
even Pan’s allowed this dance
is it buffalo or bear on his hind feet
never mind the sun laughs
slipping once again below my view
it is another day it was
well played
