I just read this blue book with no author’s
name and it speaks of sunlight of spirit,
see, and I realize I’ve lived here years
with all window blinds shut tight and here it’s
April and I unfold the Venetians
and quick as a Vegas card dealer’s flick
a shine brighter than a lighthouse beacon
fills the room, see, and flowers electric
as neon blaze I guess like you expect
out there but in here I see wallpaper
flowing with universe of stars gold-flecked
and glowing and I laugh as I caper
leprechaun-like SSI envelope
in hand singing I’ll buy a telescope!
Roger Armbrust
February 5, 2009
