No boats burn here
nor birds drop
nor do waves abort here
from oil slicks deadening water
Only the sky burns
here and only from embracing
the sun liquefying
into satin ribbons
as it descends
But as above, as below here
there where the ocean fringes its hem
here where Golden Dragon stands
on one foot by the water's edge
the sword invisible
over his closed eyes
burning their gaze into mine
to light as the sun ascends
the votive candle
now flickering within my navel
