Saturday Poem

The details of this morning
are working well together.
Look how modern and awake
this room is with its wide
array of distinct visual pleasures.
How good the bananas look in the red bowl
or how marvelously the blue chair hovers on silver
legs above the brown floor.
Even outside the mist settles
on the street darkening its hue
adding a richness to the pile
of cardboard waiting to be hauled away.