Sunrise in Broken Glass.

Letters of marque swell in glorious technicolor.

One knows the scent.

Livid red,
fading purple,
to green,
to yellow,
to dusky brown.

Less than artful 'neath grease paint and heavy makeup,

One sees what remains unseen.
One knows what none believe.
One comprehends without understanding.

One makes Oneself known.
One asks for an invitation to intrude.
One can only help those desiring of help.

One offers support.
One accepts rebuke.
One minds Ones business.

One will grieve.
One will mourn.
In time One will move on.