There, the edge:
mere steps away,
almost directly
below my feet. 

Wouldn’t take much
to decide and then to act — 
to fly, or to fall.

I sit down
to hold myself here,
at least for now.

Such a sunset.
So worth seeing from here:
a promise
of a good, hot night ahead

made sweeter because
I’m looking over
that edge. 

Just for once imagine
that red was out there

as if you did not know
what red was

and you would have to 
invent it to describe

the chirp of some 
unseen red bird

or the glimpsed lining in
an open human mouth

Hints of open flame
and embers

and of course most unseen
a racing heart

Wouldn’t you say
what you see

would be as red
as all of those and

in spite of any lack
of precedent would you not

know at once 
that this sound is red