WHEN IT’S SUNNY THEY PUSH THE BUTTON

and the sky

through the oval aperture

above your head in the form

of light that bounces

a little then rests on the curved walls

and also in the form

of whatever colors you can see and maybe

if you’re lucky clouds

pours through

maybe it’s obvious

and peacefully alien like a young nun

walking past the local establishments

in a university town in summer

where it’s always despite the superficial changes

the same time

even the rain

feels like rain after the evacuation

and even happiness

feels like having survived something

I can’t remember

© 2009 Matthew Zapruder

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One Response to WHEN IT’S SUNNY THEY PUSH THE BUTTON

  1. cwt

    I like this Matthew!

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