aura

hanging behind the broken grey  farmhouse

flaming and iridescent

my childhood eyes sink in

trace outlines against the far gaunt

structure falling in across wild

grown feilds of time

and maples stretching upworld

through stone walls race along the

car with thier velvet canopies

of flame

scarlets gold and ambers

flashing past through safety

tinted tempered glass

dust plumes and

maple lanes

night cool

and stars like tossed

crushed silver

and i see

still

the power of the

rays behind

that ghost place

on the edge of

known night

dreams

flaming and

hungry

brilliant and

dark

   O