This is the poem that grew out of the sketch “The Pacemaker”.
Baby blue needles
Offer up fresh pine cones to
Appease the Sun God
Fireworks in red, white, and pink
Over a green sky
White-washed moon peers through
Green spires, comes out of hiding.
Night opens her eyes.
Blood-red laser wash
Floats on gossamer like an
On a blue canvas
God sponge-paints with smoke over
Bright moon, two contrails