in the sky—
yellow
by way of its core
of burnt orange
and a momentary
burst of that
born-again magenta—
and, for the forth
or fifth time now,
it shined on Earth warmly;
the same perfect circle
of flame as before. Only,
presently, little things
about that disc
began to nag Him:
the worshipful ardor
it seemed to inspire
in the populace,
and the over-simplistic
inanity of its shape.
And then, of course,
the height, and the
prodigious weight
of the very idea
of "day after day"
began its true dawn
in the sky
of His mind,
and He suddenly kind-
of wished
He had drawn
the whole stupid thing
in a much
different way.
