- Radomir Luza
visiting vishnu
he stands at attention like my grandfather the
general of the czech army
the smile does not come the anteater of his drum
I cannot see his face the building block of chocolate
and maze
we cannot find his arms for they are wings
landing on his unseen feet maybe the night cannot
turn to day
after all
perhaps I am just standing here a poet out of nickels
and dimes
serenading his highness born of whisper and rhyme