It’s All In How You Look At It
By
Sunset
melts
and swirls in
swashes of blue and salmon and violet--
Trees
softly
diffuse,
run
and blend into one another--
Cars
stab
their lights through
air
streaked and blurred like rain--
People
float
like cutouts
across
a pastel flannel world--
You
staring at me,
wondering if I've lost my mind--
I
have
simply lost
one
of my contact lenses.
Copyright ©1974/1977/1997/2002
by Stephen M. Larson