cloud bottoms milky orange,
with seconds to spare. infinite
space, star-riddled, rushes to meet night's release.
Afternoon's teeth. finally gone now.
the too cheery light melting on the bay-
remnants float iridescent.
it's a safe catch into the ink
jet black flowing on cotton paper
is cloaked now, contained. measured.
the air is gentle in low visability.
someone is speaking.