Dawn bellies                         rosing in the skygarden
           lit by the rolling yellow illume

particles of a man in the distance

real blue mist clings                                                halfwrecked curiosity
                                       pointing above the tree

this now bloodstained chide of wake
                                                with eyes on a face
             and eyes over the head
                                                               diving with howevermany clouds
mostly soaring within their capsules                                                in an onslaught of purple
to be the airless visage
              above homes lolling
                                       among daisies in the cornfield
              some Virgo maiden running pink
                                                    above the cubicles of suburban life
bashfulling down these
                                                                  omnipotent skyshafts.

Heath Brougher lives in York, PA. He attended Temple University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Diverse Voices Quarterly, BlazeVOX, Mobius, *Star 82 Review, Van Gogh's Ear, Otoliths, MiPOesias, 521 Magazine, Of/With, Inscape Literary Journal, and elsewhere.