Sunset at the park

Watercolour blue melts
into sweet tangerine orange, illuminates
shadows of trees in fireglow.

Clouds rush flowing past
my feet—I stand at the edge of a weak
precipice. Pebble in pond.

Dandelion seeds
scatter in the wind, fall, in aimless breaths of air.
Do you too think it will drown?

A white-hot crack of thunder splits—
the paper dream of the sky in half.
The death of yesterday

will bring me tomorrow’s sun.