A Little Knowledge

Red sunset interspersed with Saharan sands

that wind carried over the Atlantic,

red like the Creature’s ear grazed,

up top, against its white sunlit shirt.

Red like tycoons, billowing

buffoons, flying high on greed.

A storming sky and ocean

are identical twins so your nostrils stir

to take in salt spray from a lone sky.

You want to linger in the horizonless dolphin-silver

away from what’s constructed, like time,

stationed at this light signaling red.


Also by Shira Dentz

$hare