This is all you get:
for a minute,
a twilit sky—
emaciated light-
blue cerulean,
and obdurate scarlet fire—
occupying
the same place
at the same time;
a winged thing
hovering,
abstract—and dislocated.
This is all they really meant
by—
the anomaly:
a small air bubble
drifting,
swimming
up and
down in the hollow
plot of your body.
