Beautiful
#1 of Po-eems
Hastily scribbled one day at work some months ago. Completely forgot it until now.
Like a flute made out of clear wax
Like fresh polish on an old tenor sax
Like an old barfly who remembers how to sing
Like a fragile crystal bell with a celestial ring
Like childhood's shining toy ball
Like someone named after alcohol
Like giving up cigarettes (and this time meaning it)
Like hearing your favorite song and really feeling it
Like a summer morning, like a winter night
Like a spring apple after the very first bite
Like a piece of gold hauled up from the brine
Like a bottle of vintage wine, a new spool of twine
Like woodsmoke and diesel, the smell of autumn
Like a 1930's film actress and her lace-framed bottom
Like breaching the astral plane, intense erudition
Like the first drop of beer after a long intermission
You are
Beautiful