convenient
Cecelia Blum

above the paperwhite expanse
one million incandescent suns
are in position

happy little universe

Charms, the Luckiest 
from his perch 
he outstretches his right hand
to meet yours 
dayglo Confections--
consume the future! 

plastic bottles shyly smile
   begging to be opened 
to fizz, expand, exist
yours to keep
though not for long

happy little friends liven fifteen balconies

the waving hands of
 eager, sticky schoolchildren
permanently paralyzed 
And ever active
The curse of their creator 

a would-be desert
flooded by a sea of miniscule cries
products deafen 
the poignant silence 

So many friends 
you’d never run out

so pause here forever 

never run out

twenty- four seven

7/11

Cecelia has never been able to answer the question "beach or mountains?" and she never will be.