It's the kaleidoscope in
treetops and sun.
When fingertips are cool and soft
And the sun is a blood orange,
juicy and fresh.

Life is laid out like a treasure chest.
And forever is something you exhale
on the back of a neck,
feeling it heavy like Bayou heat.
A scene you imagine God painting Himself
with an ancient brush of
sage bristles and a wooden oak handle.

Inhale panoramic views
white with glare.
And.

Hold. Your. Breath.