An orange ball sun sets
by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
as a green streak explodes.
Lava rock, palm leaves, and breeding whales
crest, then submerge
into subconscious levels. Negro
clear crystal waters, energy
dispersed, chilled chi waivers.
Terra homo sapien bellies
lay supline on wood floating, earth
sealed by lava fires, chilled with
trade winds returning. Rivers ran
red as man prevailed over Gods
and nature. Sharks now swimming
backwards, humans rise into darkened
skies, green only a mirage,
a pretense, omens forgotten
in totems lost.