AT THE ICON STUDIO

First,
Virginia taught me
light.
She urged me,
light up.
Tarred, nicotine-lined
pleasure-sticks
the flavor
of death.

Or was it,
death as in death?
or debts
a thousand times over,
with every puff
the cough
releases
momentary cares
and monetary squabbles.

Then,
Virginia taught me light.
The spark of unknowing
Where I put up a fight;
of most everything
un-learning.

In her I discovered
That dogs came from pollen
or the other way around,
and rainbows appear
not from some sparkling pool
then end in a pot of gold.
By some humbler instructions
I learned
that all colors come from the ground.