A Fire Ball Submerging

RED fire ball submerging, we slip from the light watching our shadows bloom. A smoldering sphere, not clean-cut, but badly drawn, its REDNESS wobbles and fumes. as it downs itself still smoking a last shred of day. For a few long moments Banshees go silent. Curious Giraffes stretch their necks to sniff the freshly deceased, as one by one they black-out the flares of self-rising spirits. Another evening in the zoological realms of space. The sun-swimmers flop on the beach basking in the last RED drops. Venus in her dressing-room, is plugging-in her shine. She adorns her gown with fractals and sprinkles. Mars goes in and out of its dust filled hollowness, seeking a deeper RED to die within. Skin still blistering with sandy itches we head for home ignoring the sighs of a leaking and sullen surf. A herd of colorful umbrellas fold their pronged headgears down into a dimmer, more dusky RED decline.