I am a cut-glass meteor
showering sparks through the sky,
shaking the firmament as I rise
a colorful contrail streaming behind.
I am a dazzling peacock
fanning his feathers on display.
Kaleidoscopic iridescence, both
frivolity and function in full sway.
No impediment can contain me,
I am chapter, verse, and rhyme.
Mind’s ear to the page, I listen,
fastening on magic every time.