Much Thanks to Wild Boars

Shades of gray pervade
The night; 6:10 dark orange, true orange
Yellow, green, cyan forms
A defining light, shadows vague
She tromps ambitiously in plaid.
Contrails streak, contrails torn
Wispful, coyoteful, adorned
Sunlight, day, the colors fade…

Twisting away lampu-like
As so am I? And so as I,
Begins the day lamp bulb bright.
Bed we’ve emptied, cab arranged
And she romps vividly in plaid.

* italicized words deserve French pronunciation.