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Saturday, October 24, 2009


i promised to be good
but the flowers were still alive
and color lunged from our eyes

the skies fell down
with the weight of winter's gray
and we all stayed home to pray

for the man on the moon
for the kids out of tune
for the dust in pharoah's tomb

i promised to be good
but your footsteps slowly faded
as the birds fell silent and sedated

you promised me too
the castles and the ponies
and a dog named tony

1 comment:

CathM said...

Hmmmmm... you manage to capture the subtleties and crescendos of life in this poem. An enjoyable read!