It is with a sly poker face
That I drive by the overpriced apartments
Downtown,
The ones I can’t afford,
.
And throughout my day
In the emotional desert
I will look for color
In the eyes of others
.
And find it when I’m least prepared
And most poised to temper my frustration
With the humor of water on wood,
The nonsense of light fired
.
As hurling through space,
In blaze