David Edwards
Praise the World
Praise
the
world in
a faintly
moonlightened manner...
its Autumn trees crowned in sunset...
a girl's hair so long it gets in other people's eyes...
objects more precious than others for having once been broken by someone now famous...
that spider and its web backlit by fire flies in flight...
windows, prisons from which sunlight must always break free
(the stained glass ones most wantonly)...
the faintest fragrance
of flowers...
"tick-tock"
of
clocks
