From the height of illuminated sky

He watches the sun as it
Arises past signs
Stretching his wingless body
To the top of a tree line
Watching the light decline
Into a field of green and burgundy

Golden treasure, buried pleasure
Bones, roots and spirits petrified
Unearthed and excavated
By moonlight and wine
Until the morning arrives
Compelling his climb

She gazes across the divide
Fondly, she toils
As she reaches the soil
From the height of illuminated sky
To touch his lips
A first and final time

A delicate balance

A delicate balance
Between aficionado
And delicacy
Invents a crisis
Of prey overwhelming predator
An avalanche of food
A stampede of rare meat
Engulfing the pollution
Filled with toxic chemicals
And byproducts
Every lawn becomes a garden
Every flower is a rose
Each stem covered with thorns
The sewers fill with wine
And the heavens rain
A delicate sauce
From clouds of exotic smoke