Vermillion and
a shade of jasper

reflect openly
the door of silence

spun like glass
into the windows

decorating the
lines of traffic

seeking entrance
into the mist & fog

of midnight
in Eureka, Kansas.

Don’t climb so high
As you whisper vagaries of

iconoclastic oracles
into holes in the air,

as lions & eagles
sniff & sip

an atmosphere of

found in dry droplets
of incoming sound.