Suns

Hair explainable, perhaps only attainable,

via jagged electric lines from the sky

yet eyes follow, shimmer greengoldenbrown

with none of storm's lined chaos, no,

but maybe focused-inflicted madness

as

they

settle straight-on, brightened above wide-eyed

smile

-something new, there,

shattered-glass that's mended fast

upturned hopes but sails at half-mast.