A child at his grandmother's window

Waiting for the red car to arrive

Three crystals hang from the three windows overlooking Grandmother's den

So much light pours into them

and out over the white floor

Nickels of red, orange, and gold

dance with dimes of indigo and blue

Who could ask for more,

bathing in emerald polkadots?

His hands across the floor, on his knees, gobbling rainbows

Catching them like the cat that outlived every dog in the neighborhood

The orbiting stars of red, green, and blue

And when they catch your eye,