A SPECIAL BLUE HOUSE WITH VELVET RESTRICTIONS
Ronald M. Rowe
Witnessing a special blue house with
velvet restrications, I found she could
anchor the moon like a ghostly barque
whose sails are massive clouds.
She was a block of art shading the
river of time with svelte exultation, the
elixir of her makers.
The sun dipped like a sparrow onto her
roof as blue as turquoise, and she responded
by cradling the wind like an infant
for the touch of the solar festivity.
She enriched the principality of light
like an immense loaf of bread shimmering
between telephone poles, which promised her
an influx of secret energy like the
crowning of a princess with a diadem
manifesting lunar magnetism.
