As I  sit under

Chihuily Sky

Reflections from

the lighting

sculpted another

oceanic painting

that tangoed above

lettered men

Glass columns

framed in

aluminum

guarded the

kitchen dancing

silverware

castenetas doing a

stilleto waltz

trance across the

white table cloth

And I, the invisble

woman sit

and people pass by

and I am furniture

30’s music bounce

along the walls

fantastic

 

It’s Friday and cold

I cried too many

times this week

Saying I’m sorry

Being told I’m sorry

I

look

I

write

poor

pour

Under Chihuily

Skies

A white girl stood

in front of me

and said sorry

The whole week

In a split second

fell like an anvil

on

my

head

I was sorry

not

Oh, so sorry

I left quickly

enforce trouble had

a holiday

for sitting on a

bench under

Chihuily sky

 

I fought back the tears

in my special place

of beauty

Never to return

writing poems

to an imaginary lover

Trying not to do

something stupid

and

chose

life

Thinking of your

beautiful Chihily

eyes

and my new

thriftstore coat