Sunday is the Lights’ Day at the University Apartments. Bud Light, Natural Light, Keystone Light, and Coors Light gleam in the sun light. They are the jewels that grow in the mulched garden in front of our building where the flowers would be. They are aluminum magnolias in our sometimes-cut grass.
They are more certain than anything else. They are more certain to come out than the sun is on Sunday. All is always quiet for them; they own the morning. They’ve taken it in revenge. The students have depleted them, rendering them empty, so they take the morning for themselves to see and enjoy with only God as the dead sleep into the day.
(c) Ada Vaskys