it's springtime

reading at a table, pablo picasso, 1934

metropolitan museum of art

i mistook a shell gas sign for the moon

i peered up at the apparition,

so ready to accept it as golden

through my carwindow looking glass

i held my breath gentle,

then sighed upon the revelation

my body sagged in its well-meaning haste

readymade highway treasure

etched into nightsky pavement

just-deeper than the real thing

poem 24.4.12