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.