A Kind of Orange

[michaelboy]

When the moon lies low and as rusted ochre
and the weathered chains on swingset swings
imprint powder of their oxide scent in hands
where once held wedges of jellied sugars
then in a day as bold as henna's dark stain
are memories settled now and subdued
as gentle as the blush in Aldebaran eyes

Comments

[keplers_angels]

Wonderful and coincidental--was just remembering swingsets this morning. the detail about the smell on hands....yes!