tree star conquistador
a tree stared up at the sky
a light burned high
i sighed
there is america, I said
there in the eye of a patriot
i opened a door and looked out
but the world came in
hello, they said
we're here and you can't make us leave
a soccer conquistador and baseball pitcher
threw me
on the rock wall
by a field a flower burns
i travel the world with a piano
and a mask
who am i?
Labels: poetry
posted by Elaine @ 5/13/2008 10:45:00 PM
1 Comments:
loooovvve it!
This is what I am talking about. The ability to group words and make this kind of thought. Bring your stuff when you come in June and I will find a publisher. I bet I can.
Post a Comment
Links to this post:
Create a Link
<< Home