The White Hot Optimism

by Matthew Kenneth Kosak

So come now, what will you do here
that has not yet been done before?
What new tricks might you play?
from beneath a well worn sleeve?

What will come of this tired mansion made of objects of the past?
Trials of the past, like a breeze tossing in the curtains,
a burning desire, kept now safely against cold stone walls

It is the white hot optimism
that burns at the edges of clouds.
You've seen it in those photographs I took,
once while I watched you play nimbly, with a flower stem betwixt your thumbs.
It was a Saturday, the eleventh of May...

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