Reading poetry in a somber place
where handicapped children listen attentively
is an experience in its own.
The church-like shadows highlight
the empty scene
where a fake seventeenth century chair
welcomes a poet.
Words echo in the room,
single out every syllable
and blow them above our heads
like colorful balloons
until the words explode and cover us
with their meaningless grace
red, green, two shades of blue.
The children leave us brooding
without turning back their calm gaze.