we played this game
where we squished the setting sun
(I’m crushing your head!)
between pointer finger and thumb
as it set in the crimson sky.
I remember feeling powerful, large
all of that fire, heat
snuffed out by my own small fingers
crushed to the earth like so many embered bones.
Do you remember?
Holding that blazing thing in our very hands,
shadows disappearing, dissolving day
edges softening in the fading light;
or are these memories
like all else