the museum walls painted
look! see?
Oh!
indeed reflection of an artists mists
in your bright eyes
a different cloud than seen by me
And the French girl
in the lavender spring dress
see the tree with the little yellow flowers
Oh!
a perspective not apparent
smile all across your face
warmth and no contradiction

to me the door handle is useful and worn
but you say, 
see all the years of in hands polished brass?
Oh!
beauty bounces in fractured bronzed light
the one thing you will not see
look! look! in my eyes as a mirror
accept that vision

hand in hand on the corner
which way to cross
you absorb the faces entering the subway 
and cookie shop
and I feel the fire truck on Lafayette 
two compliments our new world

  Albuquerque January 2002