Primitive light envelopes the birch logs in heliotrope.
Autumn leaves adopt an auburn glint.
Crouched moon in the southern sky.
This is the place astronomers call
Shattering dawn -
The transposing line
Betwixt transgression and virtue;
where night makes a choice.
This is where my liquor dwells, where appearances
dissolve on the cellar floor;
where lovers become smitten with Brick.