Crinkled Tin-Foil Ocean Poem by moon batchelder

dazzling 'neath an azure sky at noon
crinkled tin foil; teal and silver hued,
blindingly bright diamonds shining clear
and pure white manes on chargers prancing through

like steeds, released from gates invisible,
rush headlong at the sunlit granite walls;
those steely parapets worn smooth and fair
that loom, in ambush waiting for them there.

while miles beyond this scene serene and still
a silhouette, of ocean 'neath the sky,
a white and aqua cameo in mid-air
the moon, - a spent balloon prepares to die.