The Art Of Product Placement Poem by David McLansky

What peace to sit on my front porch
Shaded from the sun;
That golden eye, that brilliant torch,
Protected from its stun;

The sky shines forth a brilliant blue
How fresh the sparkling air;
So clear, so pure its lovely hue
No cloud is painted there;

The evergreens stalwart rise
Their green invades the sky
Such peace it brings to these old eyes,
I lose all urge to rise.

Book in my lap, Coke in hand,
I read of Angelo,
Of Raphael, and Leonard
In Florence long ago;

I would not stir from this calm deck
To see their scattered art,
What artifice could so reflect
The beauty that I chart.