he walks up your sidewalk
silver suit glinting sunlight in the shirtsleeved afternoon
you shake his powerful hand looking through black rims to see eyes dancing
he starts the conversation
letting you respond with your ideas
but he flits from one topic to the next
his body never still
by the time you are inside, you’ve covered
how different colours should mix more
how life is a precious box – get everything in that you can
how new words are needed to say new things
how we should celebrate the uniqueness of every leaf
on every tree
and he keeps going
---------at the speed of light
every word a clear resonant dart in your ear
and you succumb to the quicksilver mood
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