MORNING SHINE

The streets in his town

seem as shiny as ribbons

each morning, and the sidewalks

beside the stores are silvery.

There’s a shimmer on the windows

of his car as he drives to work

each morning, and the miracle

of elegance seems to be present

on the porches of all the houses.

His desk at school shines

as he sits down for the first time

and takes up a glossy pencil.

Far off, the mountains

are polished by something,

as are all the rivers and seas,

the planets and scattering stars.