Overnight the old winter-sleeping tree
Came to life and sprouted
A dense growth of fine white leaves.
A cold moss covered the ground.
Even the rambunctious bamboo
Bent over and humbled
By the gift from the sky.
The wheezing of spinning tires
And the groans underfoot
Of flat diamonds crunching.
About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
1 comment:
i like this poem.
i would however delete the word
"flat" as an adjective for "diamond".
love betsey
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