by Joseph Baldwin

Images, images.
Gull wings, cutting scarlet;
sun fractured, bitten
into new shapes.

On fire, glowing fire,
are edges of things,
because of sun;
and thunder-colored undersides

Wreckage of a storm
which harbored in itself

Most savage mien,
but innocent now
of any harm,
its violence changed
to rue:
the look of embers.