November 4, 2002
embossed on brown and grey and white
mountains, valleys, a desert of ash
victim of desolation.
The white Eye
to the sky
atop the red and green brick box
its light, the carrier waves from metal asteroids far above, unseen
its optic nerve, a wire
its images reflected on the blue and red and green tube behind the
On the wind
the dance, the flight,
A frozen rainbow
without the color
light grey on white
bands of softness
whence the snow will come.
A gnome beneath the split trunks
jewels in her hair
a peaceful smile
Plop! A poem just fell on her head!
Copyright © 2002 Susan Midlarsky