Excerpts of an Unfinished Poem

Does it set a flame in you, too?

When a cold, rusty ray slips through the bus window

and catches as a pure gold fire in the wispy cirrus crown

of the elderly man leaning heavy into the blue plastic seat

with a universe waiting to be read between the lines of his face

Does it set a flame in you, too?

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I have had some of these lines floating around in my head for a couple of days, and I feel that I am getting closer to being able to formulate a complete poem; However, I felt compelled to share this incomplete, unclear, and very brief individual stanza in its current form, first. The artwork used for the cover felt aligned with the spirit of the piece (though the sketch was not made with this poem in mind). I hope some folks out there can find something in this bizarre little window into my writing process.

This piece feels akin to me to a very brief set of lines which I wrote several years ago, found here:

I considered even mashing up these two sets of lines, and may yet form a finished poem which incorporates both stanzas. Anyhow, that's enough rambling from me today. You may see a future, refined composition based on one or both of these pieces! But knowing me, this window of inspiration might also not be opened again for a long, long time.

Thanks for reading, friends! Cheers, all.