Cheeks rusting
On the rooftop
Pale skin red
With ferric front
Freezing morning
Turning shingles white
In a sweater crawling
Out the window
Carefree iris and
A done-up bun
Drinking in
Nightsmashing sun’s
Dawn over the
Mountain chain
Stars begin to
Wane
Replaced by the
Light of day
And then you say
“Good morning”
