Look,
I said,
And they both did:
At the flowering Lantanas flanking
the sidewalk, each yolk-yellow umbel like
a sun made of many smaller suns.
.
They're pretty.
I stopped.
Cars breathed
hot exhaust on the edge
of the Vegas strip and us.
The afternoon light was going golden.
.
Yeah,
They kept on;
I lingered a little longer.
Two dark, glass curtain wall
reflections—them, but
gloomier and glossier—receded.
.
A warm breeze lifted
and those tessellations
winked,
as if to say, Can you believe
you've driven under sunsets
without looking up?
About the Creator
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
Beautiful and mournful at the same time, Morgana. I love how you anthropomorphize the lantana to drive your point home. I’m one of those people who sees, hears and smells the beauty of my surroundings. It really is inconceivable to me that so many are missing the wonder.