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.