Thursday, April 7, 2011

If you look at me you will go blind

The light is water floating just above the tall grass
flush green here, yellow beyond. I could take a boat,
row out upon the meadow to the new housing
development there at the North of town. Then,

when I arrive at the yellow swathe of--grass? lake?
I'll dip a silver cup in that bright shine and drink.

Only when I see it do I crave it--yellow.
And I need to take it in by gallons. Once
filled, I glow. If I climbed that tree,
the monstrous one near Avenue Three,

the whole town would forget the sun and worship me.


  1. two thumbs on this one Miss Trook. very nice descriptions, use of color. the last sentence is brilliant. sweet.

  2. I love this. I have been looking for a way to talk about how the grass looks with that light on it and I think you nailed it. I love it.

    Elizabeth :)