Flashes

Now I know what it feels like to be an olympic track star winning the gold medal!

While walking in the crystal sunlight of this fresh autumn day,
past the piles of broken glass stacked like bales of glinting hay,
I noted beams of sunshine, caught and captured from the sky,
Flick'ring but a blinking moment, 'till another caught my eye.
Blade by blade, like an army firing freely on the field,
Shots of glass-reflected brightness showed me just how it must feel.
Scattered flashes from beside me, as I go passing by,
But this crowd shimmers silently, and I walk, instead of fly.

--CA