“Let’s begin with a sonnet”
Says Aunt history—
“But it must be about light
The beautiful light
That shines
Through a woman’s hair
Or the light
That surrounded Orpheus
As he climbed
A sonnet of perfect rhymes
A poem that allows for tears
Let’s she says, include
The lovely and unlikely
Dropped things
The key found in the street…”
Planet of the Blind 