Award
“Art has a voice—let it speak.”
“Welcome, welcome, welcome”
Hollow voices escape
from the smooth mahogany shell.
Dripping down copper piping;
stucco lights full of dreams.
“For, for, for”
Cerulean crystals break;
stars raining slivers of sparks.
Bouncing along the pinpricks
as the sky cools its touch.
“Thanks, thanks, thanks”
Stretching golden grins
around warm velvet vines,
choking out the silence.
The cries cut off —
as fouling angels intermingle
and heaven breaks beneath the gate.
