I was going to tell the world
to replace the word "babysitter"
with "nestwatcher", because it's time,
when I found a pair of darkroom red sunglasses
but the world didn't change,butterflies still made green vapor trails,
hydrangeas still held the blue one seeks after years of meditation,
crows still pretended to be black.
Only two things showed their uncorrupted hues:
the sky, now pink, and the morning glory, which turned
magnificent magenta, the heart of an objective god.
You will never see through these red sunglasses.
