every ebb leaps with gleams,
like golden stones skipped despite
supervision by the half-lidded moon.
meanwhile, ribbed by low clouds,
our glowing disk becomes self-
conscious,
the gulls for once
veeing at it, not
skimming breaks
to play what games
they have the past few.
some airplane glows like
a planet
posing as a meteor
and the air keeps gradiating
'til brightness is but a line
that used to be horizon, suddenly
gone, leaving
only a spectr bowed around us
orange to yellow(green) blue/gray
to black.