Tom Coleman (tomcoleman) Fri, 10 Dec 1999 12:52:49 CST (14 lines)



He floated along outside the window
waiting for the lights to dim-
his signal to slip quietly in
and when he did, none would know
but their spirits would start to glow

Optimism he shed like a second skin
and each would absorb some from him
with a little outside-thinking trim

Christmas lights glowed within
creating primary color forms
and after he slipped away again
sweet poems would form newborn