is perhaps ambiguity
like a cloud of potential
from which no point
is particular, no interpretation
privileged?
or might it be a set,
(a collection
of particularities)
and thereby categorizable?
no doubt both; but consider also
that a sun's set collects
nothing, though today's had
three distinct cloud-conspired bands:
a waxy orange base, a creamsicle
middle, a top which stole its gold
from wavetips as they bent
to greet the shore
and in that triplicate sank
like a rotund vase
an amphora whose upsetting
ages from now
will only reset
(that is, recollect)
dusty arguments of
historians
from conversation with E