A careful umbrella
channels the rain
like tv reception.
I am a receptionist in an office of glass.
See this phone?
This is my phone.
There are many like it,
but this one is mine.
Operator,
transfer me to God please.
I field grape juice flavored calls
From cathedrals.
Wine about everything.
SPLASH!
Beneath the crystalline floor,
an alien jumps into the pool.
Foreign spirits gather in the lobby.
Operator,
Take me home.
Miniature Moon 