2004/2ndcup

Monday 8:17a.m.
doors and windows open,
the way I like
life to be.
I sip green tea,
my second cup,
somewhat unnecessary,
except as companion
to my pen.
The prism cast an
irridiscent purple
on the door frame,
it cast a whole
rainbow, of course,
but half of it is
purple, and falls
on wood, not
the voile curtain,
and so is
visible
at first sight.
First sight is
dangerous that
way.
sometimes it is
the only thing
we can trust.

3/8/04