Celestial Poetics

In the sky Is tiny moving pieces So high, Of tiny flowers ( the ones I picked before summer) now potpourri — The smell that was a perfume, so strong It drifted to summer, so soon… The sky began to melt like wax… in a hot house, in it little pieces of glass. These copper shards are my past, Thats now an hour ago The hours pass on. The tangerine and apricot sky — I count - 6 apricot pips left in the sky. I sit, collecting awe, casting away debris, corporal reality. Lost at far…