Shine, little one!

Funny how the green light
just happened to creep into the picture
like how that pestering hope in the back of your mind
creeps into your thoughts despite how much your rational mind says
"no! no! leave me alone!"
it goes ignored.

The light shined on the boy.
Let him shine.

"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald