Burnished Sky

Fire is west
burns through tangerine clouds
eggplant streaks of clouds
call
stretch
grasp
last fragments of day. 

South Africa
Brazil
here I come. 

Get beaches ready
pull up a lounge chair
l’ll lay beside you
snuggle, read with you
under a soft, terrycloth towel. 

I follow myself
around the world
love every minute. 

Flames burn hot
I leave my traces
in the burnished sky.