wood.

a matchstick
burnt. a setting lit
on fire. sunkissed skies
with tangerine edges..
as day sets. the crack and fizzle
last no longer than a vowel pronounced,
but the skies grin Orange for
almost ever,
so never never forget this match.

yawn.

sleep calls like an echo.
resoundingly distant. if i may
collapse
to ease my muscles
then the goodnight is but formality.