A Plague Day

Sun bounces off the edges of the backlit palms,
Yellow-green against the blaze of deep sea sky;
In a corner of the world the haze of bombs
Flings the end of day through waving fronds,
Puffed up by the scaffolding of summer,
By the fading wands of amber sun
Folding on the skimming breeze,
Spun like cotton candy by the fetch of wind,
The glancing daze and tremble of your lips
Throwing all the flowers in my face
Of the stalking night’s apocalypse.

December 31st, 2020
Kaiholu