A colour changing spectacle
The show begins at five
Best seats are all free
You can only look up
When it turns beautiful
Like the half sucked orange candy
That we held with sticky fingers
And said
See, just like the sun
Orange candy turns to raspberry
A blanket of haze awaiting
Slowly engulfing
The source of all life
And then just a faint sliver
Grey over pink
Blink
It’s still there
Blink
Is it?
Blink
Just grey.