After reaching end of the blue tunnel
A mustache slightly twirls to marvel
At the way morning unfurls our hopes
Snow-white hopes under winter blue.
We are Kurt about a marvel unfolding
In blue sky holding nothing for winter.
The blue is the named marvel of God
The way it hangs by the edge of earth
It is the blue tunnel to take us to God
With no mustache and smirk under it.
(remembering Kurt Vonnegut )