HOW YOU PAINT THE SKY
Let me read your poem
see how
you paint the sky
check whether in your vivid, contrasts
of light and shade
the colours leap
off the
page
swirl upwards
or whether they
are trapped, framed
in what remains
but a beautifully static
word-picture
and, in my opinion, my
sole judgement
do not
re-live, ascend
but die.