Anything Is A Subject For Poetry

"my poem is

a light goes on in a toiletwindow"       eecummings

one could appreciate one blade of grass last gasp

last sip from the glass slipper before reality sets in

too early in the morning like smoke from a chimney

one crisp October dawn....why stop there?

richness of phenomena in one green blade

/light fuse groping for star...perfect diamond 

dew drop cracking into color...hitting your eye so

if you move a little you get the whole rainbow

in perfect moment of now.