A Red Dot
The red sun a dot worn
On the skies wide forehead
As you sit on a burning seat
Of memory and thinking
I saw you bleeding into the sky today
You took your time and seeped into
The white of a compassionate sky
Fragmented were your thoughts
Woven into soft lingering light
As if something was on top of your mind
In grey and orange networks
Outspread upon the lucent sky
Like orange ribbons you now
Twirled into shades of grey
Lightening fires onto chimney stones
Smoke and fire is what you own
15.5.2021
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: All Yours May 14
First Place
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