|This photo was taken right from my living room.|
A light shimmers through the silhouette of white shades
Into snow streaked checker boxed window panes
Reflections of lime green x-rays the veins of a bamboo plant
Whose trunk is a spiral staircase of wrapping brown snakes.
Traveling the right road sits an empty and still clock
It isn't shattered or brazen with limelight, but collects dust
As all twelve digits sadly weep in serene silence.
A freshening smell whisks through and gently touches nose hairs
All senses tingle with a sullen fever of eucalyptus – divine
Such a flowery deserves much appreciation and compassion
Especially in the eyes of the white shimmering light.