Afternoon Run

I will run to the sun
as long as it hangs
and dyes
in the afternoon sky

as long as the earth wheels
and throws its waves
to catch the stars
in its brined blue net

as long as the moon struts
like a black stray cat
outside the haze yellow
circle of an old streetlamp

as long as the sun sprints
above and ahead
like an ember red
gear from creation



can't seem to get this one right . . .