Your new hypnotic dances in
tempered glass, captivates
the 'I-wish-I-had-thought-of
-that' of all who see it -- not
that I have a death wish or

something.  But:  imagine!:
Fishing the skies, waiting for
just the right one, snagging
God's autograph, putting it
oh-so-carefully in a bottle --

What do you use as bait??

You could name your own
price.  What happens if one
jumps out?  Does it giggle
like thunder, daring you to
chase it, or do you sit around

and talk about the one that
got away (it was THIS.BIG.)?
And not a hair singed or out
of place.  Lucky is the one
who catches his dreams --

I wish I had thought of that.