Into the Earth

Into the earth
my lazy back sinks and sighs.

Yawning toes unfurl.

I look up and see a long shade
of blue

tired eyes drift upward
through corridors
past bricks of rust
and elapsed trust
speckles, flakes, gold dust
- the effortless swirls.

It is then I notice
the sun’s crooked nose,
the cloud’s heavy shoulders
rolling into black

and I realize
the deepening roses and lavenders
that decorate the nightfall
tell lies to cover

the fading bruises in the sky.