Neptune Light

I wish I could see this woman
illuminated by Neptune,
colors as bright as a cartoon
when Chuck Jones made cartoons for fun,

each line defined, artfully done,
each look sure as a stone-carved rune,
each thought expressed, not one too soon,
in Neptune light far from the Sun.

Far away from franchise restaurants,
far away from convenience stores,
far away from telephones, too.

My ship’s cabins our only haunts.
Neptune light, our only light, pours
through all ports, Bugs Bunny grey-blue.