Evening in Daylight

Consider it hung,
Consider it hanged.

The day concluding immensely
Across the sky, strafed by white

Bandages. A blanket
Abstraction—diphthong

At its center—one lettered stage
Right; stage left. Stars’ll be made

To rise up later: post-nude
Shines on a baby blank

Page. Their lit lungs
Alight, each blued-up

Flame’s a rise: each gassed
-out flame’s descendant.

Susan Comninos’s poetry has most recently appeared or is forthcoming in the Harvard Review Online, Rattle, Subtropics, The Common, Southern Humanities Review and Prairie Schooner.