red sky shows the final

use of mystic tools and

instruments of inspirational weaponry

normally calm hands shake

eager in anticipation of

dissolved resistance to the celebration

arrangements of mental decoration

then quickly change the idea

molding the discovery of a year unseen

open the door to

several directions of instant serendipity

pull out the shaker and give me some ice

have a tall sip and remember

empty glass like a politician’s eyes

red and glazed

every day a long long race