Pizza Neons
Down below, the lights of the night traffic
subtly tint and tinge the wide, damp window
whose glass broods cold, mutely enigmatic.
But although its sullen, graphite grayness
is never a part of the glass itself,
no amount of dusting darkens it less.
Like a museum pane of years olden,
it looks down on the throbbing avenue
as pizza neons tarnish it golden!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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