Solar Images
the alum-silver metal reflects my thots
refracts my images
there is no colour in these confining walls
molded to fit around us
smooth curving sharp
cut close to wear thin our facades
stand naked
throw off the distances
let human warmth press out the walls
bring the plants & foliage in
to green-fleck our eyes
tropicale this drifting cruise ship-of -the-stars
solar flames reach out to kiss our hull
turn us amber as we pass,
floating toward our new abode,
and cool to a stronger weld.
Copyright 2006 njTare
