[January 2026, Issue 47] The Sound of Light, Danny P. Barbare

The sun is just itself. The sound

of light,

a day lily.

There is the wind wagging

in the hot pink crepe

myrtles and the clinking

of the metal air of the

chimes, and the red as

loud as the black

mask cardinals, as my

wife and I walk our Boston

Terrier

Oliver, a Sunday evening song.