The moon is a slice of blood orange
Settled into black soup
And the stars are specks of juice
Mist among an echo
The blood orange is ripening
Turning its citrus carcass around
And now it fades and the orange peels into the ocean
A bounty of white gold boils
The moon is boiling in the water
The curling of waves reminds me of cymbals
A resonating top-hat concluding a melody
Lightning crashes across distant lands
Pulsing white light rising from the water
And then everything is silent and everything is black
The muteness of night settled into the beach
