Fire Works for Sunlight

The light appears to move along the wall.

This is a matter of material perspective.

Place yourself. Warm breeze in your eyes.

It is morning in this aspect of America.

A wind chime tinkles a few lawns down.

At least three species of birds are singing.

The item in your hands informs you

That last night there were dire speeches,

And you know there will be more tonight.

Dandelions dot the lawn. The mourning

Doves’ throaty greetings mix with singing.

Have you noticed day is not what we say?