Rinsing East
       

Over the Atlantic now, between
    plummet and sight:
    noctilucent clouds,
        perfect streak of sun-let,
        the unveiling of day.

Light fuchsia hovers under slate.
    Multiparous sky — perk sunshone,
    cadmium verve. Destined
        for watermark and landslide,
        resolute in this between-here.

In morning stark, me
    in a suit of mail —
    some spires of light
        ricochet off metal,
        some spires touch flesh.

Copyright © 2010 Janée J. Baugher All rights reserved
from Coördinates of Yes
Ahadada Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission