Carried the child around
the library book sale
while she craned her neck
to view the light fixtures
overhead fixated as it were
on the origin of illumination
while the spines which she
turns so delicately in her hands
after story time ends a result
of fatigue heavying eyelids
below strained into a blur
of books we might never get
around to reading how to
explain what captures
the radiance of her eyes
but this fluorescence
somewhat distorting
our limited perception
not all words enter our vision
but if we let the light in
we might know what life
brings us here to witness
the stuff all words we see
hear our made of
Like this:
Like Loading...
Joshua Keiter 