RMC

The red in the sky maligns purple haze
that rises up with the sun divine in its phase.

Willow trees great oaks in the valley
struggle in thick heat as I revisit my alley.

Bring me a day I can play in my mind
the game yours wasn’t the same you still shine.

You’re like a glass prism in a window seal
in my mind that I remember I hope was real.

The red purple blue sky says hello now
to me as I step about into town.

Thank you for your memory though;
it was toxic time has mended it sewn.

Nature is unforgiving I don’t ask light
to show me the past as if it were night.

I see it clear and it appears grand
in this God-forsaken land I try stand.