Sparks

Sparks from the anvil
are not created here.
The next anvil, is hour away
or closer. I don't know.
But seeing the picture of the sparks,
even from the television.
Does it make you wish
your could be there?

Eyes following the hammer.
One pound of sound, heard
with sparks arcing up and out.
A temporary flower of red petals
who falls to nothing or black specks
The hammered piece finished
with a plunge to warm water
and a flurry of tangle steam.

Back to the now. The day
will be pounded to a piece.
At this hour, silently sketching
the day against the breaking sun."