shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Ruth Bavetta

Page 1 | 2

Orange Being Done

Sunlight white across the water,
a phosphite of yellow sparks.
Flush on the surface of the sea,
fresh blood of amber and almondine,
a trail of flame, the path I dreamed
when I was a child. As night convenes
the vestiges of day, a stain
of scarlet reaches to the coast,
a ruby rabid for dark,
and the light disappears
again and again and again.