v.

of Celestial Bodies

this morning sun;
a white stage spotlight
and we play comic midget-shadow tag

this noon sun;
with a shine duller than the moon
and our shadows are bluntly sliced away

this sunset sun;
dips into violet red orange skies, to
color golden shadows wavy like mini-seas of prairie straw

but now
as night falls, we can't
keep the shadows, these
black-mirror images
of me and you

and now
a circle of pale floats upon
this cursed sea of dark ebony
washing away my last recollection
of me and of you